Luyện nghe bài hát Born Dead

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

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

Thousands of died in wars
Overseas and it's
You think they a fuck about us?
a fool

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

Born Asian, born
Born Latino, poor
Born dead, dead, 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 pants, 'cause
Muthafucka's out here is

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

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