Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an
Why if birth you an American you wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any amendments to the
I don't see any dream, I see an American nightmare
I'm one of the 42 million black people who are the of America

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy the streets of New York, they feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was
Wanna know about the and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
Breakin bread politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty we murder for dough
the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my family in
I'd be murdered on these in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never from again
I to compare it, so he could observe
When I made the parallels with how they livin
I can't ignore it, these ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper that
Down there people on the bottom kill each for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
Same that'll burn folks for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to break the cycle, get the people away?
why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my heart out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for but, what about home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the for our own?
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you proof
Maybe I'll be cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less what we say on records to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my you gotta [x3]
us, save us