Luyện nghe bài hát Bo! Bo! Bo!

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The way to deal with racism if you're black

Well, in the morning I woke up to jog
out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran I to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour summer?

just that second I heard, "Stay where you are"
Before I stop I was hit by a cop car
I on the pavement like I was hurt
Then a redneck cop jumped out a smirk

He said, "Ah boy, you better where you run"
As he poked my side with the of his shotgun
I said, "Officer man, I do nothin"
He said, "What's word you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, 'cause why you running down the street?"
At time I had stood to my feet and said, "Wait a minute"
And that's he did it, he hit me in the face with his gun
I wasn't it so

On the was a bottle of Snapple
I broke the bottle in his Adam's apple
As he fell his called for backup, well, I had the shotgun
And began to act up that

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with if you're black

Well I threw the gun and began to run
I got back in no and loaded the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two
I went out the window 'cause by now were right at my door

I took three shots and I laid
They rushed in shooting so I threw a grenade
It went boom a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, cops were all

I jumped out the fire escape down to the
And I started to run you know I couldn't my feet
I was weak, I to myself "Holy shit"
My shirt had filled with blood I know I got hit but

There's no time to stop, no to explain man
I'm in too deep with this everyday ghetto
men are judged by their clothes
Black women are at as hoes
So I as one of these uppity
Can only rely on the sound of a going

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with racism if black

Well I staggered down the street to an old
Called 'The tree of life', yo D it ain't there no
But when it was boy I was
'Cause in the basement is where stuck me

When I at the 14th hour
Three black women had gave me a shower
I stayed a and escaped in a truck
Driven by two guys, Rakim and

"What the fuck" I asked as I there
"How many do you drive a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" Rakim said, "Plenty an everyday thing
When willing to sing a song"

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The way to deal with racism if you're black

Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack,
The only way to deal with racism if black

Peace and love to DJ Scott Larock in here still man