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

You wanna free Africa, I at yuh
Cause we got it too good in America
I can't fuck with them
My died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and
The 9mm went "pop" to the
"pop pop pop" was the I put the bitch down
And ran to the bathroom
Looked in the can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a
Covered trash I had to lay back
Mad as fuck, thinkin' the payback
Tonight the crew 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 motherfuckers
I told you album
When I got a off, bodies are hauled off
Its a shame, that die young
But to the side it don't matter none
It'll be a by homicide
But to me its just another tale the dark side

in the middle of war
In the we flex
When we die, we won't Jet
+Ebony+ see to the light side
The term apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes a Ph.D.
Who's black, don't role, sells his soul
his head 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 wonder whats under my waist
Standin' on the verge of them gettin'
That's a fact got a on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not