Luyện nghe bài hát Crack Music

That's that crack music,
real black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

That's that crack music,
That real music, nigga
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

How we the Black Panthers?
Ronald cooked up an answer, you hear that?
What Gil is "Heron"
our heroes and heroines got hooked on heroin

Crack raised the murder rate in DC and
We, in that, it's like we got Merril-Lynched
And we been hangin' the same tree ever since
Sometimes I feel the music is the medicine

So we cook it, cut it, it, bag it, sell it
The fiends cop it, nowadays can't tell if
That's good shit, we ain't sure, man
Put the CD on your toungue, yeah, pure, man

That's crack music, nigga
real black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

That's that music, nigga
That black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

the place where the father's gone
The mothers is home
And the madigon's lock us up in the Home

How the Mexicans say, we just tryin' to homes
They pack us all in a box like styrofoam
Who gave anthrax? George Bush got the answers
Back in the hood, it's a type of chemical

Arm and Hammer, baking soda raised they own
Right when our soldiers ran for the stove
dreams of being Hova went from bein' a brokeman
To a dopeman, to bein' a president, look there's hope, man

that inspiration for the mos and the folks, man
Shorty, come and see if mama overdosin'
And is the soundtrack
This the of music you make when you 'round that

music nigga
That real black music
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

That's that crack music,
real black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

God, how could you let this

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la, la la la

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la, la la la

Oh, that's that music, crack music, crack music
That real music, black music, black music
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

that crack music, nigga
That black music, nigga
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

Oh, that's that music, crack music
That real black music, black music, black
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la

Our Father, give us this day our bread
Before the feds give us these days and take our daily
See, I done did all this ol'
And to atone I throw a little somethin', somethin' on the

We that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit
And what we gave was crack music
And now we ooze it through they nooks and
So our mammas ain't got to be they and nannies

And we gonna repo everything they ever took from
Now the former slaves hooks for Grammy's
This dark diction has become addiction
Those who ain't even use it
We gon keep backin' up this here, music