Luyện nghe bài hát Bo! Bo! Bo!

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

Well, seven in the I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the
As I ran I to wonder
Should I produce or I tour this summer?

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

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 that you niggazs use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, 'cause why were you running the street?"
At this time I had 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 ground was a bottle of
I broke the bottle in his fucking apple
As he fell his called for backup, well, I had the shotgun
And to act up with that

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 racism if you're black

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

I took three and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I threw a grenade
It went like a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, cops all over

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

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

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

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

When I awoke at the hour
Three women had gave me a quick shower
I stayed a and escaped in a truck
by two guys, Rakim and Chuck

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

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

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

Peace and love to DJ Scott Larock he's in still man