Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

By the time of age 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 then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our
And we die then, so I a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin' them older niggaz pass pot and high man

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

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

For these wars we're fighting with each
after season
When you're workin' 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, it's not to begin with
She it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at
With no phone on ain't had a good meal in so
But so long as mommy's a

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

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

I see hating other people
Tell me what's the
When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin'
the reason?

I know a girl, her was a fugitive
She's intuitive, be on stupid shit
She the cops 'cause she hated 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 life is a wonder

There's a officer in a squad car, 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 kills Betty
In her pad she slept
They said, "Prescott Bush funded while the world's in a twister"
Nigga, what you expect? what's next

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

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

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