Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my peoples that's

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

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

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I was born in the hearin gun clap from thunder
See my peers...catchin years by the number
I wake up from hunger...try to lift my stress I'm under
How I made it this far me wonder
You in a fight for ya life, for basic human
Can't afford the boomin prices...it's crisis
Life is a sacrifice, I'm to my last 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 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 views of the Knights
Tryna be white...but they gon lose in this game of
So dead that! I tie my back and scheme...
Put a star on my red and green...

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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 grow up and get even, it's open season
And if you poor and black, you the reason...yeah