Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Pt.4

Times changed was dealing so much pain
But at the same it's a lot that I overcame
from hungry last year now dressing in cashmere
It's a bag I won't brag
Cause I struggled the years
I had a fridge would eat me a stale bagel
Thanksgiving Day with me at the table
No or family demons surrounding me
Sometimes I had thoughts of jumping off the
But um, I kept chewing on Doublemint
in my stomach more like pieces of crumbs
Around the wrong they telling me "hit the blunt"
My father don't want me like we don't Donanld Trump
I was tryna it cool for my mammy
Them long lines standing in that pantry
a joke, losing my hope
Got bags under my eyes looking a wrinkled tote
It was no sleep at all pissed in the bushes ,no
Found a home then we was gone then more leaves fall
On my this shit was trauma
have a solid number so how could we see a comma?
While I was sleep it was rats running over my mom
so she could work to get us something to eat
Lets get deep, I'm as I speak
When paid you dust just get a broom and sweep
At 11 who you telling everything was hand me
Jumped and stomped by 20 people while stand around
Nobody helped, everyday I felt
School so grimy the principal even got principles
Once I 12 it was all hell
the streets looking for D when I couldn't even spell
Fighting demons with a poker face everything swell
fast forward let me show you how my life has failed
Remember them nights with no or gas?
Washing up at the sink tryna clean my ass with cold
My entire body was best believe it
Jesus put me for a reason
15, on a man that's 35 good in the beginning
Then ate my soul fooled myself thinking its love
The way he layed me
But all we ever did was and went to KFC
sad, I degraded myself hated myself
All this because I wasn't with a belt
I know mama I hurt you out pass curfew
You to sit back but I overworked you
Remember when my got 11 plays?
we here now these the better days
So I'll be if I let a nigga take it away
They dropping in a instant like they break & escape
Never going back to them old of seeing them low plays
So I entertain these niggas like I'm them roleplay
The greatest comes to the ones that waited gotta be patient
It's about organization all my albums got my on Fat Albert
I to the shelters money, toys, and flowers
We was in it more hours the feeling was sour
300 people in one household using the same
People got some fucking nerve to be mad that rent due
When people out on the curb with covers and ripped shoes
The homeless be the ones with hearts I feel bad
Cause they put first by giving away they last
Think it!