Luyện nghe bài hát For Women

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

I got off the 2 train in brooklyn on my way to a
Said let me help this up the stairs 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 dreads 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 afro then and right back to nigga
You figure be bitter in the twilight
But she alright, cuz she done the circle of life yo
Her skin was like it was packed with melanin
Back in the days of slaves she packin' harriet tubman
Her arms are and she moves like song
with corns, hand with callouses
But her heart is warm and her is wooly
And it attract a lot of energy negative
She gotta that the head wrap is her remedy
Her back is strong and she far from a
is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon
Strong enough to take all the pain, that's
Inflicted again and again and and again and flipped
It to the love for her children nothing matters
What do call her? they call her aunt sara

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

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

A daughter come up in georgia, ripe and to plant seeds
Left the plantation when she saw a sign thought she can't read
It came from god and when get hard she always speak 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 learned how to be patient and wishin'
The promise of eternal life after death for those god bless
She swears the next baby have will breathe a free breath
And get milk from a breast
And beeing alive
Otherwise they'll have to give up being to survive
Being maids, cleaning maybe teachers
Or graduates, nurses, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts
Some will grow to be old women, some die before they born
They'll be mothers, and lovers who and make songs
(But me, my skin is brown and my is tough,)
(Like the love I my babies when the rainbow's enuff,)
(I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess me, I never bluff)
(I ain't got time to lie, my life has been too rough,)
(Still running with barefeet, I got nothin' but my soul,)
(Freedom is the ultimate
Life and death is small on the whole, in ways)
(I'm bitter these days
'Cuz the only parents god gave me, they slaves,)
(And it crippled me, I got the of a casualty,)
(But I live through my babies and I my reality)
(Maybe one day I'll ride to georgia on a train,)
(Folks there call me peaches, I guess that's my name.)