Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, perfect
You got to take your time make a **** wait on mother****
You make **** mad and ****

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

I feel like a Black Republican, I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got for them
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like it then'

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers
Though you was nothin' other a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of thought the love end
ice cold 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 talk good
Neva imagine all the disasters that one 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 good
To the pressure for can put a good strain

On a friend you call best and yes it bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good an'
Though we rehearsed, it ain't the same
you put in the game at age sixteen

Then you mix like cars, jewelry and miss 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 between the Post and the
This the ring in jeopardy indefinitely

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much 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'