Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

I see people hating people
Tell me the reason
That your kid is hungry, you got no money
the reason?

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

I'm a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' their fingers at me
So I would go to school and try to get grades
Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for braids
So she cussed them, said, "My son no motherfuckin' hoodlum"
They judged us, thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come
Got a little and now I see
Young niggaz wanted by the powers be

I see people other people
me what's the reason
That your kid is hungry, you got no money
What's the

For wars we're fighting with each other
Season season
When you're workin' hard but ain't nothing comin'
the reason?

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

Cookin' and cleanin', she 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, shot up, does he freedom?
Mommy said, "Wipe your tears, readin'"
But somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated
A man he has to conquer all
The is his oyster, his pearl, so y'all know

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

I see people other people
me what's the reason
When you're workin' hard but ain't nothin' comin'
What's the

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

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

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

For these wars we're fighting with each
Season after
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't comin'
What's the

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