Luyện nghe bài hát Born Dead

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

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

Thousands of died in wars
and it's justice?
You think they give a about us?
You're a

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

Asian, born Jewish
Born Latino, born
dead, dead, born dead

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

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

How the fuck you gonna get up every
Tryin' to worry if you gonna make it
To the next evening, do you ?
we take for granted
The little things food, like freedom

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