Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

See, God is merciful and God his children
That's how we gonna them 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 hear our cry)
(And our mothers die)
They know, what it feels
(To see our in prison)
(While they their religion)

These, of mines 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 gonna it now

The fed up but they won't break 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 a scrub 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 is so crazy
And if ask you, tell 'em it's pain times three
'Cause it's a million of them kids stressin' like me, baby

They don't how it feels
(To see us go to war)
(And see the free for no more)
They know what it feels
(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 your starts to fade)
don't know, what it feels
(To be to your last buck)
(And no one gives a mother, ha)