Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

Take it back to the when we raised us up
coward-ass rap made the game corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to bring the
Puttin on they ass can't stand the rain
And bring over beats, and scratch the itch
In a "No Zone," fuck a scanadalous bitch
It's the return of the (Bush Killa) back to
Just us for the justice, in God we
I rush truth to the youth, and the light
Take the red pill, open up your eyes to
In this land of crack fiends sheep and moles
See us overthrow the hold of the devil
And roll deep, keep it for the streets
I'm the sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat
Like in this war dance, if one fall
Ten more's in his to advance the cause, it's all

[reggae interlude]

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"This includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict real events
and contains material is intended for" (HIP-HOP)
"Welcome to the show!"
[Dan "Today, more drugs are coming into America than ever before"
"We have the best intelligence in the world, we can stop we wanna stop"
"You may know little about" - Dan Rather
"The C.I.A.'s involvement with lords"
"This was a, a dollar business"
"Even menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."
[D.R.] "Have gone into the drug trade, and are to take over the government"
"In the war", "on drugs" - D.R.
"Which is the C.I.A. on?"
"We need a change! We a change.." [x2]

"One of these different"

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Technique]
Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the militia
Weapon I brandish, don't need the to paint a picture
who you askin, I'll tell you what it is
It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we
Party crashin, leavin the door a broke lock
And make a toast to the of Rupert Murdoch
I got a hit, on the Grand and the cyclops
And I'll be snipin, campus security bike
Fuck around, and I'ma start blastin kids
Payback, for what they did to John Africa's
These pigs a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge
Can put it down and go the fuck wrapped in a flag
I have but, empty shells for enemies
Strike me down, that'll birth to ten of me
Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the bomb
Urban combat, next nigga it's on