Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

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

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

Pop pop leave his brain

You a brainwashed
I don't know what on
Just leave me the alone
Every day sucker's born
What the fuck was mother on
Some of that propaganda
I it all before that's how I knew it
Dehumanize an entire before extermination
And the nation claps when you do it
(Clap clap)
Your lie with the vultures
They sent you hear to the culture
Poppovich is how they coach you
Soldier to be a soldier got it
Product of that MK
I'm knowing the in the building
Hey hey there he goes there

He looks us he's a chameleon
Go get that man

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

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

man I picked up this goddamn magazine this rap magazine
Nigga on the cover looking he
ain't faced (come brain washed)
Some of you street brainwashed too
Only your gun at another black person
You're doing their dirty
X died for your sins
Doctor died for your sins
Makavelli died for your sins gold jewels on your entire
Chrome shoes on your Benz rim ridiculed by your friends
life through the Empire's lens
Fuck boy give peace a chance John
But I'm surrounded by Don Lemons
See them on the making excuses for all the executions
Blind man see the fry in him
I'm God with him when the ride
Sent him six in him Glock spin him
like a top then he stops grinning
Gotta show your teeth tuck your shirt by the gooch
No nuts hang but the boy got a knuckle
Emasculate our that's the new struggle
Then they disarm us we harmless as a cute chuckle