Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Ways

Word to Grandpops who couldn't the Obama-sis
I don't hate America, just demand she her promises
20-teens looking like the 60's, it's
A nationwide deja vu, what my 'posed to do?
Go to schools named after the Klan
Word 'round town is y'all don't see why we
Native American students forced to about Junípero Serra
How is fair, bruh?
heroes unsung and some monsters get monuments built for 'em
But we all a little bit a monster? We crooked!
Man, heroes are worthless
And man can sure try, but only God gives
You crooked!
Be humble or be
Your kingdom can catch as effortless as riots
empire's a card castle, chill
And the strength of whole team is crumbled with one meme
crooked!
Your whole works is
He ain't old to buy beer but go on and enlist him
Send him to Iraq and why he back crazy?
'Cause no human being see the inside of a baby
You expect trust in a system that needed to be
Of the madness of trusting a court that a Confederate flag
crooked!
That's twisted, demented, perverted, got fallen all over us
And got the nerve to judge other
Crooked!
That fatally flawed
sickness is a sign that you out of the will of God
Like one ounce of crack gains the same amount of time
As eighteen of cocaine, but ain't they the thing?
crooked!
Stay our own kind
And muster up a scandal 'stead of shine
And that's righteous like the world needs to know
We exposing them posers judgmental boulders
Crooked!
And at one time, we built
One can only wonder why we wiped ourselves out yet
as good as it gets: crooked!
Clueless buffoons put a man on the
And I still can't get cellphone in my room
crooked!
Boy, that's often
standoff-ish, plan is outlandish
And uncanny, resemblance a mis-mark
Like Chris Columbus as well have landed in Denmark
Me - just an Allstar Chuck rhyme sayer
And the fact I ain't get lost on the way here is
Me - just a crooked in all of its goodness
And somehow the school-to-prison missed this
And moving minds swiftly and change an industry
Tailor-made for 'cause cuz got bad blood
Yeah, y'all looking at a Tunnel Rat
Pen player, earthworm, cat, hates trend
Might learn my lesson the day the world ends
And been wrestling with it since my was my girlfriend
Crooked I'll take a bullet for my wife
Yet I what's under the skirt of the girl on my flight
These eyes are mine, wander off sight, and get me
Homie, I'm not a leader, a hippie with daddy issues
Shatter 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 predicates subjected to my
Dedicated to elevating pride
quite a ride but if you look inside, bruh
Some things just don't make sense, go it
We stay perplexed at the truth defies logic
But who say logic the best way to understand it?
Man, that's the of our colonizers
is proven only through ears and eyes and
If you touch it, then you can't trust it
That's why can't explain the love in my daughter's eyes
And that's that rap, oh that's played out
You old-school, you old, dude, you out
It's not cool, them old rules, phased out
There's new rules, them new ain't like you
say you hating when you don't toss 'em a retweet
I study for every test and y'all is for a cheat sheet
Things I gotta tell ya, you too much to be scared of ya
of contradictions, misnomers and paradox
Conclusion confusion like the way I see me
An predator, ten steps ahead of ya
Desperately to hide my insecurities
Papier maché proper, you to hide the duct tape
my card castle like it could stand in one gust of wind
The lust of shackle me just as I be tackling
My inner eat through my marriage and my parenting
What is and humble?
ridiculous, confident and nervous
The smell of cigarettes and dreams
Sold out the tickets for the
Bands that could've been now Venice Beach vendors
dawg, that could be me
I swore I'd never wear jeans
But homie looks real dumb in 40 Dickies
That's laughable, be adaptable
And hit the road to see how far that rabbit go
This is present
None of "already I've been delivered" mess
of that pseudo-righteousness
I'mma let you guess the
little clusters surrounded by natives
That's the picture of foolish in the eyes of General Custer
They watched his eyes slowly like
"Yeah, weirdo, we the Alamo"
confusing, American generals get statues
Even for the that they lose
are so perplexing
Perpetuating the same they out protesting
And exposing the holes in our motives like
Who's side are you on: or Sky's?
You cornered now every corner boy is now humanized
Tryna ends meet just like you and I
That shifts your paradigm, bruh go
Change your life on sight the skies in Morocco
What is man but rich toiled in fine Hennessy
A beautiful that cost a pretty penny
it's freely given, but you've been warned
These halos stay balanced on the tip of our
We crooked!