Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my that's hungry

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

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

x2]

I was born in the storm gun clap from thunder
See my peers...catchin years 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 rights
Can't afford the boomin prices...it's crisis
Life is a sacrifice, I'm down to my bag of rice
They forcin us to like laboratory mice
Like fuckin laboratory that's right
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 the womb to the gravesite
Some of us even the views of the Kaina Knights
Tryna be white...but they gon lose in game of life
So dead that! I tie my dread and scheme...
Put a on my red black and green...

x2]

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