Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

By the time of age nine I'm already
If I can protect mommy the hood by fightin'
Or usin' a knife or a gun 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 older niggaz pass pot and high man

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

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

For these wars fighting with each other
after season
When you're workin' hard but there ain't comin'
What's the

Uh, picture a black 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
Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at
With no phone on ain't had a meal in so long
But so long as a maid

Cookin' and cleanin', she feed her kids and her kids are dreamin'
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, up, does he have freedom?
Mommy said, "Wipe your tears, readin'"
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, defeated
A man he has to conquer all
The is his oyster, his pearl, so y'all know

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

I see hating other people
Tell me the reason
When you're workin' 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 'cause she hated his
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 squad car, he's a prostitute killer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the cop in church with his wife
He's his son and she ignores it at night
Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and Betty Shabazz
In her pad she slept
They said, "Prescott Bush funded while the world's in a twister"
Nigga, what you expect? what's next

I see people hating people
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
after season
When workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin'
the reason?

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