Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

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 '**** it then'

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

thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
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, blame the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I
And foreva be in debt, that's neva a thing
To the pressure for success can put a strain

On a friend you best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, the good an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it just the same
When you put in the game at age

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

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

I feel like a Republican, money I got comin' 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'm like '**** it

I like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for
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, Nas'
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on lives
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly **** instead of them skies

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

I'm standin' on the roof of my
I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I it
Just an acrobat 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 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, keep 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
end up back of the hood, I **** it then

I feel like a black militant takin' over the
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'