Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

By the of age nine I'm already decidin'
If I can mommy from the hood by fightin'
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 a young nervous wreck in the projects
them older niggaz pass pot and they high man

I'm just a boy, snot nose, hair nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' trigger fingers at me
So I would go to and try to get good grades
wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids
So she cussed them, said, "My son ain't no hoodlum"
They judged us, thinking that we '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 got no money
What's the

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

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

Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna her kids and her kids are dreamin'
Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen
I could imagine them askin', what type of human
Could leave his family, go 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 find no
Why we all live in peace
this world keeps spinning
Yet still I'm what's the reason

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

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

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

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

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

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