Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

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

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

Pop pop leave his washed

You a nigga
I don't know what on
Just me the fuck alone
Every day another born
What the fuck was mother on
Some of propaganda fluid
I seen it all before that's how I it
Dehumanize an entire before extermination
And the whole claps when you do it
(Clap clap)
Your lie with the vultures
They sent you hear to infiltrate the
Greg is how they coach you
Soldier soul to be a got it
Product of MK ultra
I'm knowing the in the building
Hey hey there he right there

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

You a brainwashed
In the race '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 draft you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who brainwashed

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

Yeah man I picked up this goddamn this rap magazine
on the cover looking like he
ain't black faced (come washed)
Some of you niggas brainwashed too
Only point your gun at black person
You're doing their work
Malcolm X died for your
Doctor King died for your
died for your sins gold jewels on your entire limbs
Chrome shoes on your tire rim ridiculed by your friends
life through the Empire's lens
Fuck boy peace a chance John Lennon
But I'm surrounded by these Don
See them on the news excuses for all the executions
man see the phony fry in him
I'm God with him when the ride
Sent him six shots in him spin him
like a top then he stops grinning
Gotta show your teeth tuck your 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