Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the baby
the mother**** lights down
Esco
I mean, it's you expected ain't it?
go

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, perfect
You got to your time make a **** wait on this mother****
You make **** mad and like

usually start rappin' after 4-bars
go in
Let's start dancin' in this
Yeah, we just come outta

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

Huddlin' over the oven, we was brothers then
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's
We had governin', who would of the love would end
ice cold album, all good 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 good game
Neva imagine all the that one could reign

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

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

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

Now the got beef between the Post and the Point
puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely

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

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

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

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign
Pitch, sling pies, and they 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 feelin' the of beef, I inhale it
Just like an acrobat ready to myself through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof my attire

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

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

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