Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Ways

Word to Grandpops who fathom the Obama-sis
I hate America, just demand she keeps her promises
20-teens looking like the 60's, it's
A nationwide vu, what my people 'posed to do?
Go to schools named after the Klan
'round town is y'all don't see why we frowning
Native American forced to learn about Junípero Serra
How is that fair,
Some heroes unsung and monsters get monuments built for 'em
But ain't we all a little bit a We crooked!
Man, your heroes are
And man can try, but only God gives purpose
You crooked!
Be or be quiet
kingdom can catch flames as effortless as riots
Entire empire's a card castle,
And the strength of your whole team is crumbled with one
crooked!
Your works is twisted
He ain't old enough to buy but go on and enlist him
Send him to Iraq and why he back crazy?
'Cause no human being should see the inside of a
You expect trust in a system needed to be convinced
Of the madness of a court that waved a Confederate flag
crooked!
That's twisted, demented, perverted, got fallen written all us
And got the nerve to each other
Crooked!
That logic flawed
Like sickness is a that you out of the will of God
Like one ounce of crack the same amount of jail time
As eighteen of cocaine, but they the same thing?
crooked!
Stay our own kind
And muster up a 'stead of celebrating shine
And somehow that's righteous like the world needs to
We exposing them posers judgmental boulders
Crooked!
And at one time, we built
One can only wonder why we ain't wiped out yet
We're as as it gets: crooked!
buffoons put a man on the moon
And I still can't get cellphone in my room
crooked!
Boy, that's off-kilter
standoff-ish, plan is outlandish
And uncanny, resemblance a mis-mark
Like Chris Columbus might as have landed in Denmark
Me - just an Chuck Taylor rhyme sayer
And the fact I get lost on the way here is amazing
Me - just a stick in all of its goodness
And somehow the school-to-prison missed this
And moving minds swiftly and change an entire
Tailor-made for greatness 'cause cuz got bad
Yeah, still looking at a Tunnel Rat
Pen player, earthworm, battle cat, trend
Might learn my lesson the day after the ends
And been wrestling with it my wife was my girlfriend
Crooked like I'll take a for my wife
Yet I wonder what's the skirt of the girl on my flight
These eyes are mine, wander off sight, and get me
Homie, I'm not a leader, just a hippie with daddy
dreams and promises, a closed-minded hypocrite
All the while standing in the pulpit, the
We are all of the above, right and wrong and
Yet of the above, it naturally fit in this
Subjects and subjected to my detriment
to elevating devastating pride
It's a ride but if you look inside, bruh
Some things just don't sense, go wit' it
We stay perplexed at the truth defies logic
But who say that logic the way to understand it?
Man, that's the thinking of our
is proven only through ears and eyes and
If you touch it, then you can't trust it
That's why they explain the love in my daughter's eyes
And that's conscious rap, oh that's played out
You old-school, you old, dude, you out
not cool, them old rules, they phased out
There's new rules, new dudes ain't like you
They say you hating when you don't 'em a retweet
I study for test and y'all is looking for a cheat sheet
Things I tell ya, love you too much to be scared of ya
Concoction of contradictions, misnomers and
confusion like the way that I see me
An predator, ten steps ahead of ya
Desperately trying to hide my
Papier maché proper, you trying to hide the tape
Defending my card castle it could stand in one gust of wind
The of eyes shackle me just as I be tackling
My inner demons eat through my and my parenting
What is arrogant and
Eloquent ridiculous, confident and
The smell of and broken dreams
Sold out the tickets for the
Bands that could've been now Venice Beach vendors
Like dawg, could be me
I swore I'd never wear jeans
But homie looks real dumb in 40 Dickies
That's laughable, better be
And hit the to see how far that rabbit hole go
is present tense
None of this "already been delivered" mess
None of pseudo-righteousness
I'mma let you the rest
little clusters surrounded by natives
That's the of foolish pride in the eyes of General Custer
They his eyes slowly close like
"Yeah, weirdo, we the Alamo"
It's confusing, American generals get
Even for the battles that lose
People are so
Perpetuating the same hate out protesting
And exposing the holes in our motives like
Who's side are you on: or Sky's?
You cornered now 'cause every boy is now humanized
Tryna make ends just like you and I
That your paradigm, bruh that go
Change your on sight like the skies in Morocco
What is man but rich soil toiled in Hennessy
A beautiful garden that cost a pretty
Listen it's given, but you've been warned
halos stay balanced on the tip of our horns
We crooked!