Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

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

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

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

For these wars we're fighting with other
after season
When workin' hard but there ain't nothing comin'
What's the

Uh, picture a nanny and a baby
In a pushin' down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not her's to begin
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 wanna feed her and her kids are dreamin'
my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him?
I could imagine them askin', what type of being
Could leave his family, go to the Carribean?
Was he locked up, shot up, does he have
said, "Wipe your tears, keep readin'"
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, defeated
A man he has to conquer all
The world is his oyster, his pearl, so know

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, uh, man, search the whole planet
for what, tryin' to conquer all
So what? To all my niggaz with they
love they kids, man, all the daddies out there
To all the niggaz that died to figure out what's what
to be the biggest 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