Luyện nghe bài hát Endangered Species (Tales from the Darkside) [Remix] - Chuck D Listen

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Peace don't me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers succotash
large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, live by the trigger
How the fuck do you
That I can say peace and the gunshots will
cop killer goes ignored
They send another nigga to the morgue
A scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with and white powder
If I was old, they'd probably be a of me
I'm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the tape
You should listen to me cause more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cause it minorities
The color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the

You free Africa, I stare at yuh
Cause we ain't got it too in America
I can't with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of
It was and simple
The 9mm "pop" to the temple
"pop pop pop" was the I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay
Mad as fuck, about the payback
Tonight the gonna have a little fun
I home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin' critical, I a 5.0
I let it go, drive slow
I out 'Ice Cube sucker'
The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered
I told you last
When I got a sawed off, are hauled off
Its a shame, niggas die young
But to the light side it matter none
It'll be a by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark

Standing in the of war
In the we flex
we die, we won't make Jet
+Ebony+ can't see to the side
The term they to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm from the coroner
my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't wanna role, his soul
Watch his go rollin'
Who the fuck are they
Nobody knows, but I suppose the of my clothes
Matches the of the one on my face
As they whats under my waist
Standin' on the verge of them brown
a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not