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 keep a for yaself
Son, shelter, a place to lay for when ya stressed
Over life, 'cause trife and aint no god gon help ya

I the winter heart creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's deep without a meanin...a trife scene it
Niggas fiendin...the dream and some be seemin
like the only way to breathin in the slums...but nothing comes
And keeping is like dreamin...
my situation no solution...even the young demons
Where I'm from is unyielding...Something like three-hundred million
gun black rats trapped in one building
low ceilings...and no feelings...
cutthroat villains... Dope dealings...and glossy eyed
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 fast life... where the rule
Stick and grab plots...toting tools, victim by some jewels
Round the world, we stay in capsules...shackled
And crackas got like castles
I figure the way this nigga got to go is wild
licks for liberation...stockin cap style

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

x2]

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