Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I like 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 much in 'em
Probably end up of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

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

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

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

On a friend you call best and yes it bring
Out the worst in person, even the good an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it just the same
you put in the game at age sixteen

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

Now the team got beef the Post and the Point
This puts the in jeopardy indefinitely

I like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for
clean my act up for good, too much 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 much 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'

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

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money 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
Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it

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