Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

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

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

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

Some got ways, got means
But still, we all just got and dreams
The two together like dope and fiends
Cope with teens, has new gangster lean

Everybody wanna be a ghetto star
Fly cribs and drivin' big cars
That's all Mr.President, hear the voice of the
I don't lie, I the truth

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

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

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

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

See, God is merciful and God his children
That's how we gonna reconstruct buildings
So the killings, we runnin' out of graves
In the land of the free and the of the brave

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

These, eyes of mines are like, lens
Loved by many but stabbed by my
Is this the Some may cry out loud
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, what goes comes around
Do dis for my who couldn't speak
of the fittest, what happens to the weak?

They in between, above or beneath
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 make it baby
Even though the is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's times three
'Cause it's a million of them stressin' just like me, baby

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

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