Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I you can feel the magic baby
Turn the mother**** down
whuttup?
I mean, it's what you ain't it?
go

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got in
turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
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' than a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of the love would end
Like ice album, all good things

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

Could bring, should blame the game, and I
It's kill or be killed, how could I
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 worst in every person, even the good an'
we rehearsed, it just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age

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

Now the got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in indefinitely

I like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't 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'm like '**** it then'

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

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

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

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

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

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