Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

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

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

Pop pop his brain washed

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

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

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

We want your ass 'cause you're brainwashed
Pop pop leave his brain
You a nigga

Yeah man I picked up goddamn magazine this rap magazine
Nigga on the cover looking he
black faced (come brain washed)
Some of you street brainwashed too
point your gun at another black person
You're their dirty work
Malcolm X died for sins
Doctor King for your sins
Makavelli died for your sins gold on your entire limbs
Chrome on your Benz tire rim ridiculed by your friends
Viewing life the Empire's lens
Fuck boy give peace a chance John
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 him when the ride
Sent him six shots in him spin him
like a top then he stops grinning
Gotta your teeth tuck your shirt by the gooch buckle
No nuts hang but the boy got a knuckle
Emasculate our identity the new struggle
Then they disarm us 'till we as a cute chuckle