Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see angels me
below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
real
1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
Every man must to lay down or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he it, long as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We for the villain in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is back
In self we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian
Every pig, every official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you scared cause it's back to haunt you
Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my to get my aim right
Let's an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the
And read it in the news your sergeant and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, just another rappin'
the way we organizing, fuck the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your class reactions
we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you know, the G was for George Jackson
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be
When we really need to be disciplined in our and actions
When we get some freedom you can start braggin'
Till then, inside the of my eye, you see the dragon
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I
Can spar with the hardest, the regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg
Close quarters combat corrupted elections
Bilderberg is cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the that the people are kept in
The military ain't there for the people's
They're just to protect an investment
why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested with those tired of
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you learn a lesson repeated through history
no matter what you think, occupation is not victory