Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

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

You a brainwashed
In the race draft 'cause you're
Trade you for somebody who brainwashed
We want your ass 'cause you're brainwashed
shots to the brain
You a brainwashed
In the draft 'cause you're brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who 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 sucker's
What the was your mother on
Some of that fluid
I seen it all before that's how I it
an entire population before extermination
And the whole nation when you do it
(Clap clap)
Your lie with the vultures
They you hear to infiltrate the culture
Greg is how they coach you
Soldier soul to be a got it
of that MK ultra
I'm the enemies in the building
Hey hey there he right there

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

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

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