Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got 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'

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

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

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

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

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

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

I like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got for them
Can't 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 militant over the government
Can't my back 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, like, 'Hey Nas'
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on they
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly **** instead of them skies

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

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

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

I feel a Black Republican, money keep 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 a black militant takin' over the government
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 in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'