Luyện nghe bài hát Reason

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

I'm just a young boy, snot nose, nappy
Cops ride by squeezin' trigger fingers at me
So I go to school and try to get good grades
Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta 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 hating other people
Tell me what's the
That kid is hungry, you ain't got no money
the reason?

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

Uh, picture a nanny and a baby
In a pushin' down 5th Ave
She never had it, it's not to begin with
She it breakfast, baths and dinners
Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at
With no phone on ain't had a good in so long
But so long as mommy's a

and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids 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, up, does he have freedom?
said, "Wipe your tears, keep readin'"
But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feelin'
A man he has to conquer all
The world is his oyster, his pearl, so know

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

I see people hating other
Tell me what's the
When you're workin' hard but there nothin' 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 officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute killer
It's odd, huh? 'Cause the same cop in church with his wife
molestin' 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 Hitler while the world's in a twister"
Nigga, what you expect? what's next

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

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

Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole
Looking for what, to conquer all
So what? To all my niggaz with they
That love kids, man, all the daddies out there
To all the that died tryin' to figure out what's what
to be the biggest 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