Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

Take it back to the when we raised us up
'Fore coward-ass rap made the game
P-Dog in the cut back to the pain
Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the
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 shine the
Take the red pill, open up your to life
In this land of these crack fiends and moles
See us overthrow the hold of the control
And roll deep, it underground for the streets
I'm the last sayin, get 'em outta bounds,
Like in this war dance, if one fall
Ten more's in his place to the cause, it's all

chat interlude]

[various
"This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which depict events
and material which 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 stop anything we stop"
"You still may know about" - Dan Rather
"The C.I.A.'s with drug lords"
"This was a, a dollar business"
"Even menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."
[D.R.] "Have into the drug trade, and are trying to take over 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 these different"

Bringing you back you miss in hip-hop
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Word! "Pay attention real close, we begun"

[Immortal
Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the militia
Weapon I brandish, need the canvas to paint a picture
Fuck who you askin, I'll you what it is
It ain't music it's the way that we live
Party crashin, leavin the door with a 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 cops
Fuck around, and start blastin they kids
Payback, for they did to John Africa's crib
These pigs talk a lot of shit, shit, the badge
Can put it down and go the fuck home wrapped in a
I have but, empty shells for enemies
Strike me down, that'll give to ten of me
chemistry, my verse is the dirty bomb
Urban combat, next year nigga on