Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the magic
Turn the mother**** down
Esco
I mean, it's what you expected it?
go

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

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

I feel like a Republican, money 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

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
ice cold album, all good things

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

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

On a you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the an' sane
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 head like a coin,
The evil strikes again, this could sting

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

I feel like a 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
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it

I feel like a black militant 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'

I'm back in the hood, they like, 'Hey
on purp', reflectin' on they lives
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
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 enough to handle their jail
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the signs

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

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

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

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