Luyện nghe bài hát Born Dead

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

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

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

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

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

But you don't hear me 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 is trippin'

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

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