Luyện nghe bài hát How It Feels

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

They know how it feels
(When you're out on own, yeah)
(And lookin' for that home)
They know what it feels
(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 read the mats
I remember them days, it was hard bein'

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

Some got ways, some got
But still, we all just got hopes and
The two blend together like dope and
Cope with teens, has new gangster lean

Everybody just wanna be a ghetto
Fly and drivin' them big cars
all Mr.President, hear the voice of the youth
I don't lie, I speak the

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

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

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

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

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

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

These, eyes of mines are like, camera
Loved by many but stabbed by my
Is this the Some may cry out loud
But I worry, we gonna 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 peeps who speak
Survival of the fittest, what to the weak?

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

But we gonna make it baby
Even though the is so crazy
And if they ask you, tell 'em it's pain times
'Cause it's a million of 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 know it feels
(To be a man in America)
(And feel they're comin' to get'cha)

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