Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

(I mean I don't really understand it why do
people riot I mean like poor blacks poor whites
They just tear up their own cities and
Everything is fine in this country
I mean you know what I'm about right
You saw Mike Brown I
He stole some blunt man he
pushed that guy he what he got right
Am I or am I right
Eric Garner cigarettes man
you can't go around cigarettes
hand smoke kills
I mean they should have him out right
Castil he's reaching for
his they weaponize those things)

You a nigga
In the draft 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't
We don't want your ass you're brainwashed
shots to the brain
You a brainwashed
In the race 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't
We don't want your ass 'cause brainwashed

Pop pop leave his washed

You a brainwashed
I don't know y'all on
Just me the fuck alone
Every day another sucker's
the fuck was your mother on
Some of propaganda fluid
I seen it all before how I knew it
an entire population before extermination
And the whole nation when you do it
(Clap clap)
loyalties lie with the vultures
They sent you hear to the culture
Poppovich is how they coach you
Soldier soul to be a got it
Product of MK ultra
I'm the enemies in the building
Hey hey he goes right there

He looks like us he's a
Go get nigga man

You a nigga
In the race draft 'cause you're
you for somebody who ain't brainwashed
We don't want your ass 'cause you're
shots to the brain
You a nigga
In the race draft 'cause brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't

We don't want your ass 'cause brainwashed
Pop pop his brain washed
You a brainwashed

Yeah man I picked up this magazine this rap magazine
Nigga on the looking like he
ain't black faced (come washed)
Some of you street brainwashed too
Only point your gun at another person
You're their dirty work
Malcolm X died for your
King died for your sins
Makavelli died for your sins jewels on your entire limbs
Chrome shoes on your Benz tire rim by your friends
life through the Empire's lens
Fuck boy give a chance John Lennon
But I'm surrounded by Don Lemons
See them on the news making for all the executions
man see the phony fry in him
I'm hoping God with him the ride
Sent him six in him Glock spin him
like a spinning top he stops grinning
Gotta your teeth tuck your shirt by the gooch buckle
No nuts hang but the boy got a moose
Emasculate our identity the new struggle
Then they disarm us we harmless as a cute chuckle