Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my peoples that's

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

I feel the heart creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's deep without a meanin...a trife it screams
Niggas fiendin...the dream and some be seemin
like the only way to keep breathin in the slums...but comes
And keeping is like dreamin...
my situation no solution...even the become demons
Where I'm from shit is unyielding...Something like million
gun wielding black rats trapped in one
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 off blunt ash...the cash heist
The life... where the have-nots rule
Stick and grab plots...toting tools, victim last by some
the world, we stay stuck in capsules...shackled
And crackas got homes castles
I figure the only way this got to go is wild
Plottin for liberation...stockin cap style

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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 lift my stress I'm under
How I it this far makes me wonder
You in a fight for ya life, for basic human
Can't afford the prices...it's economic crisis
Life is a sacrifice, I'm down to my last bag of
They us to live like laboratory mice
fuckin laboratory mice that's right
You wear the camaflouge...but do u choose to live the soldiers
I u before this is a war not a play fight
Taught to be a from the womb to the gravesite
Some of us even share the views of the Kaina
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 power mean, our
seem to think it means sour
'cause our dreams got us fiendin for the son
And huey p said political power come the barrel 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 and black, you know the reason...yeah