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 give a
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he it, long as the homie get away
And get caught for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the villain in
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In defense we bang the pistol like
Larry or Brian Nichols
Every pig, public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you reap you sow
The you created created a monster
And now you scared cause coming back to haunt you
Since we gonna the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and party in the same night
Same height as Huey, same muscle as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you the outcome
And read it in the news about your and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle who call police because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers with your middle class
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 spirit the Magnum
Watching the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and
When we get some you niggas can start braggin'
then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon
I'm like the of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters combat corrupted elections
is like cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison the people are kept in
The military ain't there for the people's
They're there to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to guerilla
9/11 generations in comparison
And you will learn a lesson through history
That no matter you think, occupation is not victory