Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my peoples hungry

A need food, ya got to have food for ya health
And clothes, gear to keep a steam for
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,
when it's deep without a meanin...a trife scene it
fiendin...the pipe dream and some be seemin
like the way to keep breathin in the slums...but nothing comes
And funds is like dreamin...
my situation no solution...even the young demons
I'm from shit is unyielding...Something like three-hundred million
gun wielding rats trapped in one building
low ceilings...and no feelings...
cutthroat villains... Dope dealings...and eyed pavilions
faces...and powder traces...
My people slave for the basics...the powerless devoured in the
Of politics, and glass pipes...
From gun blast and flickin off blunt ash...the heist
The fast life... where the rule
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 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 from
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 human rights
Can't the boomin prices...it's economic crisis
Life is a sacrifice, I'm down to my last bag of
forcin us to live like laboratory mice
Like fuckin laboratory mice right
You wear the camaflouge...but do u choose to live the life
I told u before this is a war not a fight
Taught to be a slave the womb to the gravesite
Some of us even share the of the Kaina 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...

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What do power mean, our
to think it means sour cream
'cause our got us fiendin for the power son
And huey p said political power come from the 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