Luyện nghe bài hát Born Dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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