Luyện nghe bài hát Brainwashed Ni666a

(I like I don't really understand it why do
people riot I mean like poor blacks poor Mexicans
They just up their own cities and shit
is just fine in this country
I mean you know what I'm talking about
You saw Brown I mean
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 can't go around cigarettes
Second hand smoke
I mean they should have him out right
Philando Castil he's for
his they weaponize those things)

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

Pop pop leave his brain

You a nigga
I know what y'all on
leave me the fuck alone
Every day sucker's born
What the was your mother on
Some of propaganda fluid
I seen it all before how I knew it
Dehumanize an entire before extermination
And the whole nation claps you do it
(Clap clap)
Your lie with the vultures
sent you hear to infiltrate the culture
Greg Poppovich is how coach you
soul to be a soldier got it
Product of that MK
I'm knowing the in the building
Hey hey there he goes there

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

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

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