Luyện nghe bài hát Born Dead

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

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

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

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

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

But you don't hear me though
New York, Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami,
Every day I get out my muthafuckin' bed

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

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

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