Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

When I grow up, be a superstar
Ah, ha, alright,

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

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

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

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

Everybody just be a ghetto star
Fly and drivin' them big cars
That's all Mr.President, hear the of the youth
I don't lie, I speak the

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

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

What a crusade, one of my escapades
Cut many hearts, like the of spades
But nuttin' was as fatal when they blew the Trade
Now we at war momma, tradin' for grenades

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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