Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my that's hungry

A need food, ya got to have food for ya health
And clothes, to keep a steam for yaself
Son, shelter, a place to lay for when ya stressed
Over life, 'cause trife and aint no god gon help ya

I feel the heart creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's deep without a meanin...a trife it screams
Niggas fiendin...the pipe and some be seemin
like the only way to keep breathin in the slums...but comes
And funds is like dreamin...
my situation no solution...even the young demons
I'm from shit is unyielding...Something like three-hundred million
gun wielding black rats in one building
low ceilings...and no feelings...
cutthroat villains... Dope dealings...and eyed pavilions
Sunken faces...and traces...
My people slave for the basics...the powerless devoured in the
Of politics, pimps and pipes...
From gun blast and off blunt ash...the cash heist
The fast life... where the rule
and grab plots...toting tools, victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stuck in capsules...shackled
And got homes like castles
I figure the only way this nigga got to go is
Plottin for liberation...stockin cap style

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I was born in the storm hearin gun clap thunder
See my childhood peers...catchin by the number
I wake up hunger...try to lift my stress that I'm under
How I it this far makes me wonder
You in a fight for ya life, for basic human
Can't afford the boomin prices...it's economic
Life is a sacrifice, I'm down to my bag of rice
They forcin us to live like laboratory
Like fuckin mice that's right
You wear the camaflouge...but do u choose to live the soldiers
I told u this is a war not a play fight
Taught to be a slave the womb to the gravesite
Some of us share the views of the Kaina Knights
Tryna be white...but they gon lose in game of life
So that! I tie my dread back and scheme...
Put a star on my red and green...

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What do mean, our team
to think it means sour cream
'cause our dreams got us fiendin for the son
And huey p said political power come the barrel of the gun
What do power mean, I in thieving
And smoking weed, 'cause everything for a reason
I my seed grow up and get even, it's open season
And if you and black, you know the reason...yeah