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, gear to a steam for yaself
Son, shelter, a place to lay for when ya stressed
Over life, 'cause it's and aint no god gon help ya

I feel the heart creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when deep 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 demons
Where I'm from is unyielding...Something like three-hundred million
gun wielding black trapped in one building
low ceilings...and no feelings...
cutthroat villains... Dope dealings...and glossy pavilions
faces...and powder traces...
My slave for the basics...the powerless devoured in the matrix
Of politics, pimps and pipes...
From gun and flickin off blunt ash...the cash heist
The fast life... where the rule
Stick and plots...toting tools, victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stuck in capsules...shackled
And crackas got like castles
I figure the only way nigga got to go is wild
licks for liberation...stockin cap style

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

x2]

What do power mean, our
seem to it means sour cream
'cause our dreams got us for the power son
And huey p said political power come from the of the gun
do power mean, I believe in thieving
And smoking weed, 'cause everything 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