Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

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

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

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

Neva thought we sing the song that all hood 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, should blame the game, and I
It's or be killed, how could I refrain?
And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good
To the pressure for success can put a strain

On a friend you best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in 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 like cars, jewelry and miss things
Jealousy, ego and pride, and this
It all to a head a coin, cha-ching
The route evil again, this could sting

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

I feel like a Black Republican, I got comin' in
Can't turn my 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

I feel like a black militant over the government
Can't my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
end up back 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, sling pies, and they sing, "Why"?
Guess they ain't strong to handle their jail time
Weak minds, keep tryin', the street signs

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money keep in
turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it

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
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, it then'