Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

When I up, I'ma be a superstar
Ah, ha, alright,

They don't know how it
(When out on your own, yeah)
(And you're for that home)
don't know what it feels
(When the world's on shoulder)
(And baby, gotta be a soldier)

Yo, I was born in the projects, with roaches and
And our were our, nines and gats
the hell out the hood read the welcomin' mats
I them days, it was hard bein' black

Welfare checks and cheese
Take your in portrait, everybody smile say cheese
And it's a wonder how I kept my head goin' under
Sun don't shine there's, lightning and thunder

got ways, some got means
But still, we all just got hopes and
The two blend together like dope and
Cope with teens, has that new gangster

Everybody just be a ghetto star
Fly cribs and them big cars
That's all Mr.President, the voice of the youth
I lie, I speak the truth

They don't how it feels
(When you a mother)
(And don't have that other)
They don't know what it
(To be in the ghetto)
(And life be in slow a mo')

Been the world a couple times with the refugees
From the of Italy to the land of Pawnee
Fell in love a couple on the London Bridge
Fast cars, life, that's how I wanted to live

a crusade, one of my great escapades
Cut many hearts, like the game of
But nuttin' was as when they blew the World Trade
Now we at war momma, lives for grenades

Send in the troops, comes the brigades
American resolve and our never fade
I know you somewhere out there chillin' in the
But I hate to be the one to on your parade

See, God is merciful and God bless his
That's how we reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of
In the land of the free and the home of the

They don't how it feels
(To our babies cry)
(And watch our die)
They know, what it feels
(To see our in prison)
(While losin' their religion)

These, eyes of mines are like, lens
Loved by but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some may cry out
But I won't worry, we make it now

The ghetto fed up but they won't break us
It's an eye for an eye, what goes around comes
Do dis for my peeps who speak
Survival of the fittest, happens to the weak?

either in between, above or beneath
Tryin' to play me like a in a passenger seat
Racial profile to say the
There won't be no peace in the of the beast, c'mon

But we make it through baby
Even though the world is so
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain three
'Cause it's a of them kids stressin' just like me, baby

They know how it feels
(To see us go to war)
(And see the people for no more)
They don't know what it
(To be a man in America)
(And like they're comin' to get'cha)

don't know how it feels
(To work for wage)
(As life starts to fade)
They don't know, it feels
(To be down to your buck)
(And no one gives a mother, ha)