Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for
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 a son of my mother's friend
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 brain
You wouldn't bicker like the other talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could

Could bring, 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 and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it 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 team got between the Post and the Point
This puts the 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 my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm '**** 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'

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

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money keep 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
Probably end up back of the hood, I it then

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