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

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Peace make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers succotash
large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the
How the do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots will
Every cop killer goes
They just send nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck us
They rather catch us with guns and powder
If I was old, they'd be a friend of me
Since I'm young, consider me the enemy
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'Fuck tha Police' in the deck
You should to me cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cause it houses
The other color don't you can run but not hide
These are tales from the

You wanna free Africa, I at yuh
Cause we ain't got it too in America
I can't fuck with them
My died over a key of cocaine
It was and simple
The 9mm "pop" to the temple
"pop pop pop" was the sound I put the bitch
And ran to the bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had
So I ducked my ass in it for a
Covered with I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' the payback
Tonight the crew have a little fun
I went and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's critical, I stole a 5.0
I let it go, drive real
I out 'Ice Cube sucker'
The kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I you last album
When I got a sawed off, are hauled off
Its a shame, that niggas die
But to the light side it don't matter
It'll be a drive by
But to me its just another from the dark side

in the middle of war
In the middle we
When we die, we make Jet
can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a
Call it what you want, I'm comin' from the coroner
my rhymes with a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't wanna role, his soul
his head go rollin'
Who the fuck are they
knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my
As they wonder whats under my
Standin' on the verge of them brown
That's a got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, ass off, they can not hide