Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

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

[reggae interlude]

[various
"This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which real events
and contains material is intended for" (HIP-HOP)
"Welcome to the show!"
[Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming America than ever before"
"We have the intelligence in the world, we can stop anything we wanna stop"
"You still may know about" - Dan Rather
"The C.I.A.'s involvement drug lords"
"This was a, a multi-billion 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 need a change! We a change.." [x2]

"One of motherfuckers different"

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Technique]
Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the militia
Weapon I brandish, don't need the to paint a picture
Fuck who you askin, I'll you what it is
It ain't music motherfucker the way that we live
Party crashin, the door with a broke lock
And make a toast to the cancer of Rupert
I got a hit, on the Wizard and the cyclops
And I'll be snipin, security bike cops
Fuck around, and start blastin they kids
Payback, for what did to John Africa's crib
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, give birth to ten of me
Forbidden chemistry, my is the dirty bomb
Urban combat, year nigga it's on