Luyện nghe bài hát Angels & Demons

[feat. dead prez & Bazaar

"What do you see when you're in the dark and the come? "
"I see you. I see you standing over the grave of another president"

[Hook: Royale]
I see angels me
below me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
It's

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to lose but my
Every man must choose to lay or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the get away
And get caught for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the villain in
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In defense we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian
Every pig, every public official, the
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared cause it's back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
Since we gonna the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same build as Malcolm
the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the about your sergeant and your captain
Don't take as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And fuck them Toms who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your class reactions
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the
And if you didn't know, the G was for Jackson
And long live his spirit packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' be blackin'
When we really need to be in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Technique]
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as
It doesn't matter whose missiles can the farthest
When you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg
Close quarters combat over elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it an infection
Nepotism is the and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The military ain't there for the protection
They're there to protect an investment
why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are with those tired of protestin'
children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a lesson repeated history
That no matter what you think, is not victory

[Outro: Immortal
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, bring it

x2]