Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

They don't know how it
(When out on your own, yeah)
(And you're lookin' for home)
They don't know it feels
(When the on your 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 read the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was hard bein'

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

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

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

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

Been around the 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, fast life, that's how I to live

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

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

See, God is and God bless 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 of the brave

They don't know how it
(To hear our 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
by many but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? may cry out loud
But I won't worry, we make it now

The fed up but they won't break us down
an eye for an eye, what goes around comes around
Do dis for my who couldn't speak
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 to say the least
There won't be no in the belly of the beast, c'mon

But we gonna it through baby
Even the world is so crazy
And if they ask you, 'em it's pain times three
'Cause it's a million of them kids 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 what it
(To be a man in America)
(And like they're comin' to get'cha)

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