Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the baby
the mother**** lights down
Esco
I mean, it's what you expected it?
go

Turn the up and the headphones
Yeah, that's
You got to take your make a **** wait on this mother****
You make **** mad and like

**** start rappin' after 4-bars
go in
Let's start in this mother****
Yeah, we just come nowhere

I feel a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too thug in 'em
Probably end up of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

Huddlin' the oven, we was like brothers then
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's
We had governin', who of thought the love would end
Like ice cold album, all things

Neva thought we the same song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all brain
You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good
Neva imagine all the disasters that one reign

bring, should blame the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I
And be in debt, that's neva a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good

On a you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, the good an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the
When you put in the game at age

Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and miss
Jealousy, ego and pride, and this
It all to a head like a coin,
The route evil again, this could sting

Now the team got beef between the Post and the
This puts the ring in jeopardy

I like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it

I feel like a black takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too thug in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it

I'm in the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas'
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly instead of them gray skies

Gray 5's, hatah's our reign dies
Pitch, sling pies, and **** sing, "Why"?
Guess ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street

I'm on the roof of my building
I'm the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
Just like an acrobat ready to hurl through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, under my attire

it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good that forms street
Makes a sweet honest kid turn for commerce
To get his out of them Converse, that's my word

I feel like a Black Republican, money comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got for them
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it

I feel like a black militant takin' over the
Can't my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
Probably end up in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'