Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my peoples hungry

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

I the winter heart creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's deep a meanin...a trife scene it screams
Niggas fiendin...the pipe and some be seemin
like the only way to breathin in the slums...but nothing comes
And funds is like dreamin...
my no solution...even the young become demons
Where I'm from shit is unyielding...Something like three-hundred
gun wielding black rats trapped in one
low ceilings...and no feelings...
cutthroat villains... Dope dealings...and glossy eyed
faces...and powder traces...
My people for the basics...the powerless devoured in the matrix
Of politics, and glass pipes...
From gun blast and flickin off ash...the cash heist
The life... where the have-nots rule
Stick and plots...toting tools, victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stay in capsules...shackled
And crackas got homes castles
I the only way this nigga got to go is wild
Plottin for liberation...stockin cap style

x2]

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

x2]

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