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 out on your own, yeah)
(And lookin' for that home)
don't know what it feels
(When the world's on shoulder)
(And baby, gotta be a soldier)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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' lives for

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

See, God is merciful and God his children
how we gonna reconstruct them buildings
So stop the killings, we out of graves
In the land of the free and the of the brave

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

These, of mines are like, camera lens
Loved by but stabbed by my friends
Is this the end? Some may cry out
But I worry, we gonna make it now

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

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

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

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

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