Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

I see people hating people
Tell me 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 mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm
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 pass pot and they high man

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

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

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

Uh, picture a black nanny and a
In a pushin' down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not to begin with
She gives it breakfast, baths and
Treats it so tender her own kids live alone 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 kids and her kids are
Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen
I could them askin', what type of human being
leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he up, shot up, does he have freedom?
Mommy said, "Wipe 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 no reason
Why we all live in peace
'Cause world keeps spinning
Yet still I'm wondering what's the

I see people hating people
Tell me the reason
When workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin'
the reason?

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

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

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

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

Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole
Looking for what, tryin' to all
So what? To all my niggaz with they
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
Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, out and shit
man, man