Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The World

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

Yeah, cause we (children of the world)
And they wonder why we
Cause police do the same, that's the rival gang
I'm sitting here, praying 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 ain't free
Plus college me, sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I'm too to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher talking
And I want to be fly
What good is a degree when there's no to apply?
And fast food do 'cause you overqualified
I'm feeling like
of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much work school buzzing in
God, and I the only things we be trusting in
All else fails, I'm in a like fuck it then
Either get or die poor
Nigga short and got jammed up, but he tried though
I'm pretty my first words were "survival"
for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we try and decode all the secrets
My conversations with God always leave him speechless
And when I was at my worst like "we got to make this work"
My girl time to leave me, too broke to give a fuck, though
My relationships got me like "what up, ho? "
I'm bitter, I ain't asking what you fuck for
As disrespectful, I
I was saying, if you wonder why I call you "bitch"
Cause we just, I look up to the pimps
I ain't it wasn't wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the
Is something to strive for when you ain't never had
I'm feeling like what the fuck, want my soul
Like my ancestors' enough
If I trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I myself daily, who can I love?
might have AIDS 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 after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn't enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag
Popping tags, bitches, couldn't brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag
acting like I ain't had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain't enough
On the like I'm pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to it up
My bitch like Scar's, the Louis rag to her
'Sace shades on my eyes like I seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn't attend the
too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don't Southern
He be cause it's since '05, I swear
The game's a pound of
So anything I sell's a of air
Yeah, with me