Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

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

I'm just a young boy, nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' 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 them, said, "My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodlum"
They judged us, thinking that we dumb 'cause we come from
Got a older and now I see
Young wanted by the powers that be

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

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

Uh, a black nanny and a baby
In a basket down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not her's to begin
She gives it breakfast, and dinners
it so tender while her own kids live alone at home
With no 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 are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, my daddy, have you seen him?
I could imagine them askin', what of human being
leave his family, go back to the Carribean?
Was he locked up, shot up, does he have
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 no reason
Why we all live in peace
'Cause this world spinning
Yet still I'm what's the reason

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

I a girl, her boyfriend was a fugitive
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 summer?
I pump life in my music, but still life is a

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

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 other
Season after
When you're workin' hard, but 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 niggaz with kids
That love kids, man, all the daddies out there
To all the niggaz that tryin' to figure out what's what
to be the biggest of the big, you know
Yeah, yeah, ladies us
forgive us for we know not what we do
Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and
man, man