Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I you can feel the magic baby
Turn the lights down
Esco
I mean, what you expected ain't it?
go

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, that's
You got to take your 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 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 much in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it

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

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

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

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

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

I feel a Black Republican, money 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 thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it

I feel like a 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 then'

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

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

I'm on the roof of my building
I'm feelin' the of beef, I inhale 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
Against hood of good that forms street politics
Makes a sweet honest kid turn for commerce
To get his feet out of them Converse, 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 clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it

I like a black militant 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
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, it then'