Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

They know how it feels
(When out on your own, yeah)
(And lookin' for that 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, roaches 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

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

Some got ways, some got
But still, we all just got hopes and
The two blend together 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 of the youth
I don't lie, I the truth

don't know how it feels
(When you a mother)
(And don't have that 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
Fell in love a couple times on the London
Fast cars, life, that's how I wanted to live

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

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

See, God is and God bless his children
how we gonna reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of
In the land of the and the home of the brave

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

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

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

They either in between, or beneath
Tryin' to play me like a in a passenger seat
profile 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 world is so
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times
'Cause it's a of them kids stressin' just like me, baby

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

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