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 rappin' succotash
large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta by the trigger
How the fuck do you
That I can say peace and the will cease?
Every cop killer goes
They just another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white
If I was old, they'd be a friend of me
Since I'm young, they consider me the
They ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas
Cause I'm the one with the of funk
And 'Fuck tha in the tape deck
You listen to me cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not
are tales from the darkside

You wanna free Africa, I at yuh
Cause we ain't got it too good in
I can't fuck with overseas
My homeboy 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
in the trash can yo it had room
So I my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the
Tonight the crew gonna a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my
It's gettin' critical, I a 5.0
I let it go, drive real
I yelled out 'Ice Cube
The kicked, and it murdered motherfuckers
I told you last
I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that die young
But to the light side it matter none
be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another from the dark side

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