Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

They know how it feels
(When you're out on own, yeah)
(And lookin' for that home)
They know what it feels
(When the on your shoulder)
(And your baby, be a soldier)

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

checks and government cheese
Take your in portrait, everybody smile say cheese
And it's a wonder how I kept my head from under
Sun shine where there's, lightning and thunder

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

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

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

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

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

Send in the troops, here comes the
American resolve and our hearts'll fade
I know you somewhere out there chillin' in the
But I to be the one to rain on your parade

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

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

These, of mines are like, camera lens
Loved by many but by my friends
Is this the Some may cry out loud
But I won't worry, we gonna it now

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

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

But we gonna it through baby
Even though the is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times
'Cause it's a million of them kids stressin' 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)

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