Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
Hard soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
on servin 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
We hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
Wanna about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
Breakin bread talkin politics, you how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to
How, I act if every day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried my family in this
I'd be murdered on these in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had
If they ran up in my house and my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, heard from again
I to compare it, so he could observe
I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the
Cap a for his wallet, beat another for free
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the people
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
Same racism, each of us all
Same outsiders where we enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in like
Same turncoats that'll burn for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the away?
That's why I'm fresh out of for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my heart goes out, what the you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the for our own?
I decide it, it's real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I'll be cause I hit you with truth
See they for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the from a rebel to you, now listen

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