Luyện nghe bài hát A Donkey Named Cheetah

Damn, I don't why they stress me out
And they keep looking at me with them eyes
I'm tired, me room, let me breathe
For own good

Damn, I don't why they stress me out
And they keep looking at me with them dark
I'm tired, me room, let me breathe
For your own

How dare you me assimilated, ya
the gap between me and my dad is big
Don't change me, fact is, I even speak his lingo
Still the place he left 30 years ago home

I'm tired of this politics, it's cut 2 cultures
Got them both in my backyard like vultures
Picture me on a donkey named Cheetah
With 2 of water, let the waterman lead ya

Either ya follow the drip drops or my dudu
Either way kid, I'm living proof, you get through
cash to send grandma first class to Mecca
First things first, ya know that's discipline

Giving back to moms and for all these years
Trying to raise a kid up here like they do down
Heads to the sky, clear when it to my fam
Groceries they know I supply in demand
Now can I

Damn, I know why they stress me out
And they keep looking at me them dark eyes
I'm tired, give me room, let me
For your own

Damn, I don't know why stress me out
And they looking at me with them dark eyes
I'm tired, give me room, let me
For own good

a que
Yo caiga, y si
Sigo mi
Yo me integro, no

Ya he ganado
Mis los llevo hasta la muerte
Mis ojos no ven
No soy de nada

Las palabras a seguir las estrellas admirar
No las yo
Si no puedo aprender no te puedo
Esta no?

Que lo que digo y lo que aqu
Es criticado, comparado, exagerado, as
Que lo mejor es ignorar, y conseguir
Lo importante m.

Damn, I don't why they stress me out
And they keep looking at me with them eyes
I'm tired, give me room, let me
For your own

Damn, I don't why they stress me out
And they looking at me with them dark eyes
I'm tired, me room, let me breathe
For own good

No thoughts mass confusion
No rest 'cause we chase empty
Is it my mind or my heart speaking
Maybe I'm just stressed out, probably that

Mom's yelling where you been
And pop's saying rap gon' pay the rent
So stressed when I gotta do shit
'Cause at the time I'm working from 10 to 6

Many things on my mind I can't straight
Sometimes I wanna but maybe it's too late
Or maybe I'm and afar from debate
Or maybe it's God pushing me towards my faith

Damn, I don't why they stress me out
And they keep looking at me with them dark
I'm tired, give me room, let me
For own good

Damn, I know why they stress me out
And keep looking at me with them dark eyes
I'm tired, give me room, let me
For own good