Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

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

Yo, I was in the projects, with roaches and rats
And our credentials were our, and gats
the hell out the hood read the welcomin' mats
I remember them days, it was bein' black

Welfare checks and cheese
Take your family in portrait, everybody say cheese
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 blend together like and fiends
Cope teens, has that new gangster lean

Everybody wanna 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 speak the

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

around the world a couple times with the refugees
From the boot of to the land of Pawnee
Fell in love a couple times on the 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 when blew the World Trade
Now we at war momma, lives for grenades

Send in the troops, here comes the
resolve and our hearts'll never fade
I know you out there chillin' in the shades
But I hate to be the one to rain on parade

See, God is and God bless his children
That's how we gonna reconstruct buildings
So the killings, we runnin' out of graves
In the of the free and the home of the brave

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

These, eyes of mines are like, camera
Loved by many but by my friends
Is this the Some may cry out loud
But I worry, we gonna make it now

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

They in between, above or beneath
Tryin' to play me like a scrub in a passenger
Racial profile to say the
There won't be no peace in the belly of the beast,

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

They know how it feels
(To see us go to war)
(And see the people for no more)
They don't know it feels
(To be a man in America)
(And feel like 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 down to your buck)
(And no one really a mother, ha)