Luyện nghe bài hát Born Dead

1994 BC still in the
They did they could do to take us out
But any good monster that just made us stronger
You see, they don't us and they don't like you

The BC fan, 'cause they we stand for three things
Truth, justice and fuck the way
That word justice got me fucked up
Twenty in the street, two go to jail

Thousands of people died in
Overseas and justice?
You they give a fuck about us?
You're a

Born yellow, brown
Born red, born
Born dead, dead, dead

Born Asian, born
Latino, born poor
Born dead, dead, dead

But you hear me though dead
New York, Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami,
day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed

Put on my gun
in my muthafuckin' gun
Down in my pants, 'cause
Muthafucka's out is trippin'

How the fuck you get up every morning
to worry about if you gonna make it
To the evening, do you understand ?
Sometimes we for granted
The little things like food, like

Born in Somalia, born in South
Born in South Africa, born in Central
dead, dead, born dead