Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The World

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah,
Just in you was wondering
I did the beat

Yeah, we just (children of the world)
And wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same, that's the rival gang
I'm just sitting here, to my father
Tired of today, forever scared of
a scale I could borrow? Cause living ain't cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college free
college ain't me, sitting in the class
Questions in my brain but I'm too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher physics
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no to apply?
And food won't do 'cause you overqualified
I'm like hustling
Tired of the and budgeting
Running in so much with school buzzing in
God, and I risk the only we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a like fuck it then
get rich or die poor
Nigga short and got jammed up, but he tried though
I'm pretty sure my first were "survival"
Looking for the answers to my problems in the
Cause we just try and decode all the
My conversations with God seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like "we got to this work"
My girl found time to leave me, too to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me "what up, ho? "
I'm just bitter, I asking what you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was just saying, if you why I call you "bitch"
we just, guess I look up to the pimps
I ain't saying it wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the and the kicks
Is something to strive for you ain't never had shit
I'm feeling like what the fuck, they my soul
Like my ancestors' enough
If I can't trust my own government, who can I
If I abuse myself daily, who can I
Shorty might have like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rubber bust or I a kid
The pride to all the that my father did
the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain't K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't swag
Stupid pebble chain, Louis bag enough
tags, model bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain't had
Ten chains on your like you ain't flash enough
I wreck so times, I guess I ain't crash enough
On the track like I'm crack, bag it up
I tell niggas to back it up
My bitch Scar's, gave the Louis rag to her
shades on my eyes like I ain't seeing the hate
Too to death, I couldn't attend the wake
That's too lyrical, he been busting
Mississippi? Well, he sound Southern
He be down cause it's since '05, I
The game's a of Reggie
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, with me