Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

Yea, so we got this called "for women" right
Originally, it was by simone
She said it was inspired by, you
Down south, in the south, used to call her mother antie
She no mrs.
Just
She if anybody ever called her antie
She'd burn the whole goddamn place
I'm over past
into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders

I got off the 2 train in on my way to a session
Said let me help this woman up the before I get to steppin'
We got in a conversation she she a 107
Just her was a blessing and her essence was a lesson
She had her wrapped
And long that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her get a sense of she was at, imagine that
Livin' a century, the strenght of her
Felt like an had been sent to me
She lived nigga to colored to negro to black
To then african-american and right back to nigga
You figure she'd be in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done the circle of life yo
Her skin was black it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin' like tubman
Her arms are long and she moves song
Feet with corns, with callouses
But her heart is warm and her is wooly
And it a lot of energy even negative
She gotta dead the head wrap is her remedy
Her is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the back of the whip used to crack upon
Strong to take all the pain, that's been
again and again and again and again and flipped
It to the love for her nothing else matters
What do they call her? they call her aunt

I know a with a name as beautiful as the rain
Her face is the same but she suffers an pain
Seems she only deals with losers who be usin' games
Chasin' the brothers away like she confused in the brain
She to get it where she fit in
On american dream mission paid tuition
For the receipt to find out her history was and started flippin'
the world through very different eyes
People askin' her what she'll do it comes time to chose sides
Yo, her skin is yellow, like her face is blond word is bond
And her hair is and straight just like sleeping beauty
See, she truly feels she belong in 2 worlds
And that she can't relate to other
Her father was and white still livin' with his wife
But he himself on her mother late one night
They call it rape right and now she take flight
Through life hate and spite inside her mind
That keep her up to the break of a lot of times
(I gotta myself)
She had to herself
They called her the unwanted seed
Blood still blue in her and still red when she bleeds
(Don't, don't, hurt me again)

Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in
Holdin' hands the apollo marquis dreamin of stardom
Since they was born the streets is watchin' and
And now it got them generations deseases
don't kill you they just got problems
And that get you first
Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact they pregnant
Cuz scared of giving birth
How will I feed this
How will I survive, how will this shine?
Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead aids in '89
At 14 the hit the same streets they became her master
The children of the enslaved, they grow a faster
They bodies become
While they keepin' the of a child her arrival
Into womanhood was up by her survival
Now she 25, barely out her own
Doin' whatever it strippin', workin' out on the block
Up on the phone, about
(My is tan like the front of your hand)
(And my hair)
(well my hair's alright way I want to fix it,
It's it's fine)
(But my hips, these hips of mine invite you daddy)
(And I fix my lips my mouth is like wine)
(Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be lady)
(I too good for your mercedes, but first you got to pay me)
(You better with all the question, sugar who's little girl am i)
(Why I'm if you got enough money to buy)
(You better with the compliments we running out of time,)
(You wanna talk whatever we could do it's your dime)
(From harlem's from where I came, worry about my name,)
(Up on one-two-five they call me thang)

A daughter up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a even thought she can't read
It came from god and when life get she always speak to him
She'd kill her babies than let the master get to 'em
She on the run up north to get that mason-dixon
In church she learned how to be patient and keep
The promise of eternal life after death for those god bless
She swears the next baby she'll have breathe a free breath
And get from a free breast
And love alive
Otherwise they'll have to give up being to survive
Being maids, cleaning maybe teachers
Or graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts
will grow to be old women, some will die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make
(But me, my skin is brown and my is tough,)
(Like the love I give my when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka mess with me, I never bluff)
(I got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got but my soul,)
(Freedom is the goal
and death is small on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully bitter days
'Cuz the parents god gave me, they were slaves,)
(And it crippled me, I got the of a casualty,)
(But I live through my and I change my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll ride back to on a train,)
(Folks 'round there call me peaches, I guess my name.)