Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

I see people other people
Tell me what's the
your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the

By the of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can protect from the hood by fightin'
Or a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one
By by them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the
them older niggaz pass pot and they high man

I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair
ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get grades
Teacher wrote mommy and me outta school for havin' braids
So she cussed them, said, "My son ain't no hoodlum"
They judged us, thinking that we dumb where we come from
Got a older and now I see
Young niggaz by the powers that be

I see people hating people
Tell me the reason
That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no
What's the

For these we're fighting with each other
Season season
you're workin' hard but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the

Uh, picture a nanny and a baby
In a basket down 5th Ave
She never had it, not her's to begin with
She gives it breakfast, baths and
Treats it so tender while her own kids alone at home
With no phone on ain't had a good in so long
But so as mommy's a maid

and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, my daddy, have you seen him?
I could imagine them askin', type of human being
leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he locked up, up, does he have freedom?
Mommy said, "Wipe your tears, readin'"
But somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated
A man feels he has to all
The is his oyster, his pearl, so y'all know

No, I can't find no
Why we all live in peace
'Cause this world keeps
Yet I'm wondering what's the reason

I see hating other people
me what's the reason
When you're workin' hard but there nothin' comin'
What's the

I know a girl, her boyfriend was a
intuitive, be on some stupid shit
She called the cops 'cause she his mother
Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay her lover
How many niggaz gon' die this
I pump life in my music, but still life is a

a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute serial killer
It's odd, 'Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife
He's his son and she ignores it at night
Little bad ass bastard, a match and kills Betty Shabazz
In her pad while she
They said, "Prescott Bush funded Hitler while the in a twister"
Nigga, what you expect? what's next

I see people hating other
Tell me what's the
your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the

For these we're fighting with each other
Season after
you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the

Uh, uh, man, man'll the whole planet
for what, tryin' to conquer all
So To all my niggaz with they kids
That love kids, man, all the daddies out there
To all the niggaz that tryin' to figure out what's what
to be the biggest of the big, you know
Yeah, yeah, forgive us
Gotta forgive us for we know not we do
Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, out and shit
man, man