Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, 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
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm '**** 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 thought the 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 good
You bicker like the other 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 I refrain?
And foreva be in debt, neva a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good

On a friend you best and yes it could bring
Out the in every person, even the good an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it ain't 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 route evil strikes again, this sting

Now the team got between the Post and the Point
This the ring in jeopardy indefinitely

I feel like a Black Republican, 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'

I feel like a black militant takin' over the
Can't turn my on the hood, too much 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, 'Hey
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
of fly **** instead of them gray skies

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign
Pitch, pies, and **** they sing, "Why"?
Guess ain't strong enough to handle their jail 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 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 Republican, money keep comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got 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 takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too 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'