Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

I see people other people
Tell me the reason
That kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
the reason?

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

I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair
Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger at me
So I would go to school and try to get good
Teacher mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids
So she cussed them, said, "My son ain't no hoodlum"
They judged us, that we dumb 'cause where we come from
Got a older 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
the reason?

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

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

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

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

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

I know a girl, her boyfriend was a
She's intuitive, be on some shit
She called the '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 still life is a

There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute killer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the same cop in 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 Hitler the world's in a twister"
Nigga, what you expect? Imagine next

I see people other people
Tell me the reason
That kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
the reason?

For these wars we're fighting with each
after season
When you're workin' hard, but there ain't comin'
the reason?

Uh, uh, man, man'll the whole planet
Looking for what, tryin' to all
So what? To all my with they kids
That they kids, man, all the daddies out there
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
hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and shit
man, man