Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

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

I got off the 2 in brooklyn on my way to a session
Said let me help woman up the stairs before I get to steppin'
We got in a she said she a 107
Just her presence was a and her essence was a lesson
She had her head
And long that peeked out the back
Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine
Livin' a century, the of her memories
like an angel had been sent to me
She lived from nigga to colored to negro to
To afro then african-american and 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 like it was packed with melanin
in the days of slaves she packin' like harriet tubman
Her arms are long and she moves song
Feet with corns, with callouses
But her heart is warm and her hair is
And it attract a lot of even negative
She dead that the head wrap is her remedy
Her is strong and she far from a vagabond
This is the of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, been
again and again and again and again and flipped
It to the love for her children nothing else
What do they call her? call her aunt sara

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

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

A come up in georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a sign thought she can't read
It came from god and when life get hard she always to him
She'd rather her babies than let the master get to 'em
She on the run up to get across that mason-dixon
In church she how to be patient and keep wishin'
The promise of eternal life after death for those god bless
She swears the next baby she'll will breathe a free breath
And get milk from a breast
And love alive
Otherwise they'll have to give up themselves to survive
maids, cleaning ladies maybe teachers
Or college graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug
Some grow to be old women, some will die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and songs
(But me, my is brown and my manner is tough,)
(Like the love I give my babies the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that with me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got to lie, my life has been much too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I ain't got but my soul,)
(Freedom is the goal
Life and is small on the whole, in many ways)
(I'm awfully bitter these
'Cuz the only parents god me, they were slaves,)
(And it me, I got the destiny of a casualty,)
(But I through my babies 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.)