Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I feel like a Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got 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 then'

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like then
Though you was other than a son of my mother's friend
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
it was all wood-grain, all good brain
You wouldn't bicker like the fools talk good game
imagine all the disasters that one could reign

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

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

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

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

I like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got for them
Can't 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 militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too thug in 'em
Probably end up in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'

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

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

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

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

I feel like a Republican, money keep 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 **** it

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