Luyện nghe bài hát Food Clothes and Shelter

Yeah...for all my that's hungry

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

I feel the winter creepin...vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's without a meanin...a trife scene it screams
Niggas fiendin...the pipe and some be seemin
like the only way to keep in the slums...but nothing comes
And keeping is like dreamin...
my no solution...even the young become 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
Sunken faces...and traces...
My people slave for the basics...the powerless in the matrix
Of politics, and glass pipes...
From gun blast and off blunt ash...the cash heist
The life... where the have-nots rule
and grab plots...toting tools, victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stuck in capsules...shackled
And crackas got homes castles
I the only way this nigga got to go is wild
Plottin licks for liberation...stockin cap

x2]

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

x2]

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