Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

I see people hating 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 already
If I can mommy from the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a or a gun when I'm twenty-one
By by then them hoods woulda their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous in the projects
Watchin' older niggaz pass pot and they high man

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

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

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

Uh, picture a black nanny and a
In a basket down 5th Ave
She had it, it's not her's to begin with
She it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender while her own kids alone 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 feed her kids and her kids are
Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you him?
I could imagine them askin', what type of being
Could leave his family, go back to the
Was he locked up, shot up, does he freedom?
Mommy said, "Wipe your tears, readin'"
But daddy's somewhere, broken, feelin' 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 can't all in peace
'Cause world keeps spinning
Yet still I'm what's the reason

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

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

There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute killer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the same cop in church with his
He's molestin' his son and she it at night
Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and Betty 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 what's the
That kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
What's the

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

Uh, uh, man, man'll search the planet
for what, tryin' to conquer all
So To all my niggaz with they kids
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 of the big, you know
Yeah, yeah, ladies us
Gotta forgive us for we not what we do
Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and
man, man