Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

They don't how it feels
(When out on your 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 in the projects, with roaches and rats
And our credentials were our, nines and
Stay the hell out the read the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was bein' black

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

got ways, some got means
But still, we all just got and dreams
The two blend together like and fiends
Cope teens, has that new gangster lean

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

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

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

What a crusade, one of my escapades
Cut many hearts, the game of spades
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 never 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 bless his
That's how we gonna them buildings
So stop the killings, we runnin' out of
In the land of the free and the home of the

They don't 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 mines are like, camera
Loved by many but by my friends
Is the end? Some may cry out loud
But I worry, we gonna make it now

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

They either in between, above or
Tryin' to play me like a scrub in a seat
Racial profile to say the
won't be no peace in the belly of the beast, c'mon

But we make it through baby
Even the world is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's times three
'Cause a million of them kids stressin' 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 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 life starts to fade)
They don't know, what it
(To be to your last buck)
(And no one gives a mother, ha)