Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

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

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

Pop pop leave his brain

You a brainwashed
I don't what y'all on
Just leave me the fuck
Every day another born
What the was your mother on
of that propaganda fluid
I seen it all before that's how I it
Dehumanize an entire population extermination
And the whole claps when you do it
(Clap clap)
Your loyalties lie the vultures
They you hear to infiltrate the culture
Greg Poppovich is how they you
soul to be a soldier got it
Product of that MK
I'm knowing the enemies in the
Hey hey there he goes right

He looks like us a chameleon
Go get nigga man

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

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

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