Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the baby
Turn the mother**** down
whuttup?
I mean, it's what you ain't it?
go

Turn the up and the headphones
Yeah, perfect
You got to take your time make a **** 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 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'm like '**** it then'

Huddlin' the oven, we was like brothers then
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my friend
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 good
You wouldn't bicker the other fools talk good game
Neva all the disasters that one could reign

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

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

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

Now the team got beef between the and the Point
This puts the ring in 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 much in 'em
Probably end up of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

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

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

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

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

it be the forces of darkness
Against hood of good that forms street politics
Makes a sweet kid turn illegal 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 on the hood, I got love for them
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' over the
turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'