Luyện nghe bài hát Exercise Control

(Piano Intro)

(Verse 1: Orelias)

Let me start off bat, Im not a cat
I just you to see where my conscious at
No and no peace, too many mamas in tears
Sons deceased at seventeen; prisons a beast
And we gotta eat but government dont a shit
As as police see, less and less niggas breathe
It seems like every single month a tragedy
Somebody getting up or shot down, dont faze me
Not that I dont care, its the way the hood me
But lately, Ive thinking of adapting a new plan
To grab the and take the world in my hands
I you understand, ten to four, I watched the tube
Same tube showing you a black worthless
Shows us cuffed up, buck buck, pain
I put in everything, if we could link up every
will we fight back? They hitting kids
The trends, media sweeps then were all fine
Thats why I, dont watch news cause its full of

(Hook)

I think gangs can be
It just has to be
And it has to steer away from being
To self productive
I think this country was on gangs
I this country still is run on gangs
Republicans,
The police department, the FBI, the CI- those are
360 myself then I control

(Verse 2: Orelias)

Me and my homies mobbing down the
I stop; ask myself, how many bodies drop?
I hear, God like ugly but isnt fond of pretty either
So our hands heat, incase the streets get cold
If I talk revolution, wouldnt know the code
If I make songs for club, it feels like my souls
Standing on a ground, with nowhere to go
Cause you know, these cops give a about a Negro
a strap, say you shot back; hes the hero
Doesnt matter if you rap or not, a wrap or not
control and keep those Glocks cocked
Scream out your rights; I know, I bring it raw
Dodging the law, how do we avoid the
When stand your ground, stop and frisk is the shit
Used to me, honestyll probably be the end of me
Im hearing the violence but that cant be
As as we dont look at ourselves, as a society

(Hook)

I think can be positive
It just has to be
And it has to steer away from being
To being self
I this country was built on gangs
I think country still is run on gangs
Republicans,
The police department, the FBI, the CI- those are
360 myself then I control

(Outro)

are we going? Where are we headed?
Because believe me, it always the police.
Theres two sides to story, three if the truths told
In the backseat, headed somewhere
All alone, my will soon be seized
No permanent friends, no permanent just permanent interest.
Its to fight the powers that be; let em know
We cant peace until niggas get a piece too
Were taught our only to be deceased
Look, Ill be what you need me to be know
Where Im could be a rocky road.
Shit, this old is crumbling fast, a new one
Coming slow but fsho, you better exercise
Before take control, ya dig?
Rebel with a and THEY hate it