Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the magic
the mother**** lights down
Esco
I mean, what you expected ain't it?
go

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

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

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

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

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

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

On a you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it just the same
you put in the game 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
puts 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
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

I feel like a black militant takin' over the
turn 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, they like, Nas'
on purp', reflectin' on they lives
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly instead of them gray skies

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

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

it be the forces 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, money comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I it then

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 thug in 'em
end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'