Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

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

**** usually start rappin' after
go in
Let's start dancin' in mother****
Yeah, we just come nowhere

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

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

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

Could bring, blame the game, and I could
kill 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 best and yes it bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good an'
Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the
you put in the game at age sixteen

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, I got comin' in
Can't turn my on the hood, I got love for them
clean 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 takin' the government
Can't 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 in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'

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

Gray 5's, hatah's 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 roof of my
I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I it
Just like an acrobat ready to hurl through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, under my attire

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

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

I like a black 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 much in 'em
Probably end up in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'