Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Pt.4

Times changed was with so much pain
But at the same time a lot that I overcame
from hungry last year now dressing in cashmere
It's just a bag I brag
I struggled the past years
I had a empty fridge would eat me a bagel
Thanksgiving Day with me at the table
No friends or demons surrounding me
Sometimes I had thoughts of jumping off the
But um, I kept chewing on bubblegum
Leftovers in my stomach more like of crumbs
the wrong crowd they telling me "hit the blunt"
My father don't me like we don't want Donanld Trump
I was tryna keep it cool for my
Them long lines standing in food pantry
a joke, losing my hope
Got bags under my eyes looking like a tote
It was no sleep at all in the bushes ,no stalls
Found a home then we was gone more leaves than fall
On my mama this shit was
have a solid number so how could we see a comma?
While I was sleep it was rats running over my mom
Just so she could work to get us to eat
Lets get deep, I'm hurting as I
life paid you dust just get a broom and sweep
At 11 who you telling everything was me downs
Jumped and stomped by 20 people while others around
Nobody helped, everyday I felt
School so grimy the don't even got principles
I turned 12 it was all hell
Roaming the streets looking for D I couldn't even spell
Fighting with a poker face like everything swell
fast forward let me show you how my life has failed
Remember them nights no lights or gas?
Washing up at the sink tryna my ass with cold water
My entire was freezing best believe it
Jesus put me for a reason
15, fucking on a man 35 good in the beginning
Then ate my soul alive fooled myself its love
The way he with me
But all we did was fuck and went to KFC
It's sad, I degraded hated myself
All this because I wasn't raised a belt
I know mama I hurt you staying out curfew
You deserve to sit back but I you
when my music got 11 plays?
Mama we here now these the days
So be damned if I let a nigga take it away
They body dropping in a instant like break & escape
going back to them old days of seeing them low plays
So I entertain these niggas like I'm giving them
The greatest things comes to the that waited gotta be patient
It's about organization all my albums got my wallet on Fat
I donate to the money, toys, and flowers
We was in it more hours the feeling was sour
300 in one household using the same shower
People got some fucking nerve to be mad that rent due
people out here on the curb with covers and ripped shoes
The homeless be the ones with good hearts I bad
they put everyone first by giving away they last
Think it!