Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see above me
Demons me
Fighting over 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 lose but my
man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I care
Fuck 'em, he it, long as the homie get away
And don't get caught for the crime, I it
We for the villain in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self defense we bang the like
Larry or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official, the
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you cause it's 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 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 news your sergeant and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, just nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them 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 didn't know, the G was for George
And long live his spirit packin' the Magnum
Watching the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the I started
Can spar the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose missiles can the farthest
When you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg
quarters combat over corrupted elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the that the people are kept in
The ain't there for the people's protection
They're just there to an investment
why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized children grow to guerilla
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a lesson repeated through
That no what you think, occupation is not victory