Luyện nghe bài hát Color Lines

These lines will make you break you make you choose a side
These lines these color lines been here since jump
I these color lines cause if I don't I'll lose my mind
I write these color these color lines

1 (George)
your first rap posted in the back row
of a sea of white kids bent on that hoe
pretty soon you're buying fitted and high tops
pretending that black enough and rapping with the lights off
like a cyclops with one closed eye
you can tell me that winking, but the grin won't lie
and no supplies, what your skin tone hides
about a miles south as the jim crow flies
And then we're playing he said she
I see red when i peep a pink cheeked meathead
I go Bruce Lee
I see him on the T taking up two seats
and say, "excuse me, but would you if hell froze?"
you know the subway is the underground
trees have the same white limbs
check out my arms, I look like him

2 (Catch)
Let's you and I get one straight
The game never been equal, no food on my plate
I gave birth to and you just took it and co opted it and profited
and packaged it and give me half of it
Peep how I master and break down how you took it all
Raped the culture and you standing there all
innocent, take a mile I give and inch
And how you getting rich, is it a
or is it ignorance? You don't know own privilege
You own riches and don't know what is
You got a lot to before you even think about
Hip hop, black culture and which fitted you out
in the street, I don't think so bro
My ain't supportin your black history show
So stop what you we won't take it anymore
Before you come in my wipe ya feet at the door

3

I see the color
It's tough that Every time a bother rhymes
white think of gutter crimes
We keep our higher
We don't kick rhymes
other times it undermines the fact the mine are over

All you do is get past the guilt
We ain't living in a house master built
If you understand that, tell people what you know
Because one of em got enough money to pay what you owe

Yes, My great had land, had slaves
I I pressed this record off the bank he made
But I want independance, the declaration
but one ass white boy can't pay for reparations

I'm running out of patience while you do the work of
Like an impulse. Edu Leedz Black history's an

Number one. I'm not. trying. to tell. your.
I just want to sit on my porch, drink a forty and
two, cause You can smell bullshit
I love hip hop
swear that's it

If you love hip hop it
That the people who created it and paved the way for this
So that making it

Well if you're talking on who's making it, play devil's advocate
A lot of black music has white dollars it
(Kweli's got it on lock)
Rupert funded Rawkus
You looking for the keys, then you check the pockets

I'll be pockets all right
As soon as it gets dark and all
I'ma get my we can all fight

You out the high and the mighty
and kids
You say kill
I say i live?
not black militant
killing us
Grab my fam, and grandma and us up like a filament
I thought we were cool now I'm this close to in
put a bullet in for each missed dose of Ritalin