Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, 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'

over 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
ice cold album, all good things

Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood
Thought it was all wood-grain, all brain
You bicker like the other fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the that one could reign

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, keep 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 **** it

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