Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my that's hungry

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

I feel the winter creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's without a meanin...a trife scene it screams
Niggas fiendin...the pipe and some be seemin
like the only way to keep breathin in the slums...but nothing
And keeping funds is dreamin...
my situation no solution...even the young become
Where I'm from shit is unyielding...Something three-hundred million
gun wielding black rats trapped in one
low ceilings...and no feelings...
cutthroat villains... Dope dealings...and glossy pavilions
faces...and powder traces...
My people slave for the basics...the devoured in the matrix
Of politics, and glass pipes...
From gun and flickin off blunt ash...the cash heist
The fast life... where the have-nots
Stick and grab plots...toting tools, victim by some jewels
Round the world, we stuck in capsules...shackled
And crackas got homes like
I figure the only way this got to go is wild
Plottin licks for liberation...stockin cap

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I was born in the storm hearin gun clap thunder
See my peers...catchin years by the number
I wake up from hunger...try to my stress that I'm under
How I it this far makes me wonder
You in a fight for ya life, for human rights
Can't afford the boomin prices...it's crisis
is a sacrifice, I'm down to my last bag of rice
They forcin us to like laboratory mice
Like fuckin laboratory mice that's
You wear the camaflouge...but do u choose to live the life
I told u before this is a war not a play
Taught to be a slave from the 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 power mean, our
seem to think it means sour
our dreams got us fiendin for the power son
And huey p said political power come the barrel of the gun
What do power mean, I believe in
And weed, 'cause everything happens for a reason
I hope my seed grow up and get even, open season
And if you poor and black, you the reason...yeah