Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see angels me
Demons me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
It's
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America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must to lay down or stand up
war time, everything is fair, no fear
When say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care
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, niggas is shootin'
In self we bang the pistol like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared it's coming back to haunt you
Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim
Let's have an and after party in the same night
Same as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the about your sergeant and your captain
Don't take as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And fuck Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your middle class
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the
And if you know, the G was for George Jackson
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and
When we get freedom you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as
It doesn't matter whose missiles can the farthest
When you're a in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters over corrupted elections
is like cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The military ain't there for the people's
They're just to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested with tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to garrisons
9/11 generations in comparison
And you will learn a repeated through history
That no matter you think, occupation is not victory