Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, I got 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
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like it then'

over 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 love end
Like ice cold album, all things

Neva thought we sing the same song that all sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good
You wouldn't like the other fools talk good 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 a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good

On a you call best and yes it could bring
Out the in every person, even the good an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the
When you put in the at age sixteen

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

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

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

I feel like a black militant takin' the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too 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, 'Hey
Blowin' on purp', reflectin' on lives
of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly **** of them gray skies

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

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

it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good that forms politics
Makes a sweet kid turn illegal for commerce
To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my

I feel a Black Republican, money keep 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 of the hood, I **** it then

I feel like a militant takin' over the government
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 back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it