Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see above me
Demons me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
It's
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America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to lose but my
Every man choose to lay down or stand up
war time, everything is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In self we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Nichols
Every pig, public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you scared cause coming back to haunt you
we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle as Malcolm
With the same in the hood, you know the outcome
And it in the news about your sergeant and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, just another rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And them Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class reactions
we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for Jackson
And long live his spirit packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' be blackin'
we really need to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get freedom you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as
It doesn't whose missiles can shoot the farthest
you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close combat over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
Nepotism is the and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The military ain't there for the people's
just there to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested those tired of protestin'
children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a lesson repeated through
That no matter what you think, occupation is not