Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see above me
below me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
It's
1: stic.man]
America's young, black, and just don't give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When they say the murdered the judge, I don't care
'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away
And don't get caught for the crime, I it
We rootin' for the in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self we bang the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian
Every pig, every public official, the
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you cause it's coming back to haunt you
Since we take the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
have an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle 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 this as a warning, just another rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call 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 spirit the Magnum
Watching the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the
I'm like the birth of Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in an Tutoberg Forest
quarters combat over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison that the are kept in
The military there for the people's protection
They're just to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will a lesson repeated through history
That no what you think, occupation is not victory