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
They tear up their own cities and shit
Everything is just fine in this
I you know what I'm talking about right
You saw Mike Brown I
He stole some blunt man he
pushed guy he deserved what he got right
Am I right or am I
Eric Garner selling man
you go around selling cigarettes
Second hand smoke
I mean they should have him out right
Philando he's reaching for
his license they those things)

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

Pop pop his brain washed

You a nigga
I don't know y'all on
Just leave me the fuck
Every day another sucker's
the fuck was your mother on
Some of that fluid
I seen it all before that's how I it
Dehumanize an entire before extermination
And the whole nation claps you do it
(Clap clap)
loyalties lie with the vultures
They you hear to infiltrate the culture
Greg Poppovich is how they you
Soldier to be a soldier 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 draft you're brainwashed
Trade you for who ain't brainwashed
We don't your ass 'cause you're brainwashed
Head to the brain
You a nigga
In the race draft 'cause brainwashed
Trade you for somebody who ain't

We don't want ass 'cause you're brainwashed
Pop pop leave his washed
You a brainwashed

Yeah man I up this goddamn magazine this rap magazine
Nigga on the cover like he
black faced (come brain washed)
Some of you street brainwashed too
point your gun at another black person
You're doing their work
Malcolm X for your sins
Doctor King died for sins
Makavelli died for your sins gold jewels on your limbs
Chrome shoes on your Benz tire rim ridiculed by friends
life through the Empire's lens
Fuck boy give peace a chance Lennon
But I'm by these Don Lemons
See them on the news making excuses for all the
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 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 the new struggle
Then they disarm us we harmless as a cute chuckle