Luyện nghe bài hát Bo! Bo! Bo!

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

Well, in the morning I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to the smog
As I ran I to wonder
Should I produce or should I 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 pavement like I was
a redneck cop jumped out with 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 that word you use, ya frontin?"

"Well ya frontin, 'cause why you running down the street?"
At this time I had to my feet and said, "Wait a minute"
And when 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 partner called for backup, well, I had the
And to act up with that

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

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

I took shots and then I laid
They rushed in so I threw a quick grenade
It went boom a supernova
Badges, arms, legs, heads, were all over

I jumped out the fire escape to the street
And I started to run you know I couldn't feel my
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 to explain man
I'm in too with this everyday ghetto game
Black men are judged by their
Black are looked at as hoes
So I as one of uppity niggazs
Can rely on the sound of a trigger going

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 with racism if you're black

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

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

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

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 deal racism if you're black

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 deal with if you're black

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