Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

don't know how it feels
(When you're out on 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, with and rats
And our credentials were our, nines and
Stay the hell out the hood the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was hard black

Welfare checks and cheese
Take family in portrait, everybody smile say cheese
And it's a how I kept my head from goin' 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 that new lean

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

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

Been around the world a times with the refugees
the boot of Italy to the land of Pawnee
Fell in love a couple on the London Bridge
Fast cars, fast life, how I wanted to live

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

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

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

These, eyes of mines are like, lens
Loved by but stabbed by my friends
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 around comes
Do dis for my who couldn't speak
Survival of the fittest, happens to the weak?

either in between, above or beneath
Tryin' to play me like a in a passenger seat
Racial to say the least
There be no peace in the belly of the beast, c'mon

But we gonna it through baby
Even the world is so crazy
And if ask you, tell 'em it's pain times three
'Cause a million of them kids stressin' just like me, baby

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

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