Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

Take it back to the days we raised us up
'Fore rap made the game corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to the pain
Puttin wood on they ass can't the rain
And bring heat over beats, and the itch
In a "No Spin Zone," a scanadalous bitch
It's the return of the (Bush Killa) to bust
us for the justice, in God we trust
I truth to the youth, and shine the light
Take the red pill, open up your eyes to
In this of these crack fiends sheep and moles
See us overthrow the of the devil control
And roll deep, keep it underground for the
I'm the sayin, get 'em outta bounds, retreat
Like ants in war dance, if one fall
Ten more's in his place to the cause, it's all

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[various
"This program includes dramatic of scenes which depict real events
and contains material is intended for" (HIP-HOP)
"Welcome to the show!"
[Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming into America than before"
"We have the best intelligence in the world, we can anything 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 trying to take the government"
"In the war", "on drugs" - D.R.
"Which is the C.I.A. on?"
"We a change! We need a change.." [x2]

"One of motherfuckers different"

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[Immortal
Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the rebel
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 the way that we live
Party crashin, leavin the door with a lock
And a toast to the cancer of Rupert Murdoch
I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the
And I'll be snipin, campus bike cops
Fuck around, and I'ma start blastin kids
Payback, for they did to John Africa's crib
pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, wavin the badge
Can put it down and go the fuck home in a flag
I have nothin but, empty for enemies
Strike me down, give birth to ten of me
Forbidden chemistry, my verse is the bomb
Urban combat, year nigga it's on