Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Ways

Word to Grandpops who couldn't fathom the
I don't hate America, just demand she keeps her
20-teens looking the 60's, it's crazy
A nationwide deja vu, what my 'posed to do?
Go to schools after the Klan founder
Word 'round town is don't see why we frowning
Native American students to learn about Junípero Serra
How is that fair,
Some unsung and some monsters get monuments built for 'em
But we all a little bit a monster? We crooked!
Man, your are worthless
And man can try, but only God gives purpose
You crooked!
Be or be quiet
Your can catch flames as effortless as riots
Entire empire's a castle, chill
And the strength of your whole team is crumbled one meme
crooked!
Your whole works is
He ain't old enough to buy but go on and enlist him
him to Iraq and why he come back crazy?
'Cause no human being should see the 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 to judge each other
Crooked!
That fatally flawed
Like sickness is a sign you out of the will of God
Like one ounce of crack gains the same amount of jail
As eighteen of cocaine, but ain't they the thing?
crooked!
Stay eating our own
And muster up a 'stead of celebrating shine
And somehow that's righteous like the world to know
We exposing them with judgmental boulders
Crooked!
And at one time, we built
One can only why we ain't wiped ourselves out yet
as good as it gets: crooked!
Clueless put a man on the moon
And I still can't get cellphone in my room
crooked!
Boy, often off-kilter
Awful standoff-ish, plan is
And awful uncanny, resemblance a
Like Chris Columbus might as well 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 crooked stick in all of its
And somehow the school-to-prison pipeline missed
And moving minds swiftly and change an industry
for greatness 'cause cuz got bad blood
Yeah, y'all still at a Tunnel Rat
Pen player, earthworm, battle cat, trend
learn my lesson the day after the world ends
And been wrestling with it since my was my girlfriend
Crooked like I'll a bullet for my wife
Yet I wonder what's under the of the girl on my flight
These eyes are mine, off sight, come and get me
Homie, I'm not a leader, just a hippie daddy issues
Shatter dreams and promises, a hypocrite
All the while in the pulpit, the culprit
We are all of the above, and wrong and indifferent
Yet none of the above, it fit in this
Subjects and predicates subjected to my
Dedicated to elevating pride
It's a ride but if you look inside, bruh
things just don't make sense, go wit' it
We stay perplexed at the truth that logic
But who say that logic the way to understand it?
Man, the thinking of our colonizers
Truth is proven only through ears and and
If you can't touch it, you can't trust it
That's why they explain the love in my daughter's eyes
And that conscious rap, oh that's played out
You old-school, you old, dude, you out
It's not cool, them old rules, they out
There's new rules, them new ain't like you
They say you when you don't toss '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 apex predator, ten steps of ya
Desperately trying to hide my
Papier maché proper, you trying to hide the duct
Defending my castle like it could stand in one gust of wind
The lust of eyes shackle me just as I be
My inner demons eat through my marriage and my
What is arrogant and
Eloquent ridiculous, and nervous
The smell of cigarettes and dreams
Sold out the tickets for the
Bands that been contenders now Venice Beach vendors
Like dawg, that be me
I swore I'd never wear skinny
But homie real dumb in size 40 Dickies
That's laughable, better be
And hit the road to see how far that hole go
This is tense
of this "already I've been delivered" mess
None of that
I'mma let you guess the
little clusters surrounded by natives
That's the picture of pride in the eyes of General Custer
They watched his eyes slowly close
"Yeah, weirdo, we the Alamo"
confusing, American generals get statues
Even for the that they lose
People are so
Perpetuating the same hate they out
And Netflix the holes in our motives like
Who's are you on: Walter or Sky's?
You now 'cause every corner boy is now humanized
Tryna make ends meet like you and I
That shifts your paradigm, that go
Change your life on sight the skies in Morocco
What is man but rich soil in fine Hennessy
A beautiful garden that cost a pretty
it's freely given, but you've been warned
These stay balanced on the tip of our horns
We crooked!