Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I you can feel the magic 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 take your time make a **** wait on this
You make mad and **** like

**** usually 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 on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** 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 of thought the love would end
Like ice cold album, all good

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

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

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
When you put in the game at age

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, I got comin' in
turn 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'

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 back in the hood, I'm like, it then'

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

Gray 5's, hatah's our reign dies
Pitch, pies, and **** they sing, "Why"?
Guess they strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street

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

Could it be the of darkness
Against hood angels of good that street politics
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for
To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my

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

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 back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it