Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

Take it back to the days when we us up
'Fore coward-ass rap made the corrupt
P-Dog in the cut back to the pain
Puttin wood on ass can't stand the rain
And bring over beats, and scratch the itch
In a "No Spin Zone," fuck a bitch
the return of the (Bush Killa) back to bust
Just us for the justice, in God we
I rush to the youth, and shine the light
Take the red pill, up your eyes 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 bounds, retreat
Like ants in war dance, if one fall
Ten more's in his place to advance the cause, all

[reggae interlude]

[various
"This program includes dramatic of scenes which depict real events
and contains which 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 anything we wanna stop"
"You still may know about" - Dan Rather
"The C.I.A.'s involvement with lords"
"This was a, a multi-billion business"
"Even menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."
[D.R.] "Have gone into the drug trade, and are trying to over the government"
"In the war", "on drugs" - D.R.
"Which is the C.I.A. on?"
"We need a change! We need a change.."

"One of motherfuckers different"

Bringing you back you miss in hip-hop
Hard truth sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-sol-soldier
Word! "Pay real close, we just begun"

Technique]
Yeah! Immortal Technique, part of the rebel
Weapon I brandish, need the canvas to paint a picture
Fuck who you askin, I'll tell you it is
It ain't music motherfucker it's the way that we
Party crashin, leavin the with a broke lock
And make a to the cancer of Rupert Murdoch
I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the
And I'll be snipin, campus security cops
Fuck around, and I'ma start they kids
Payback, for what did to John Africa's crib
These 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 shells for
Strike me down, that'll birth to ten of me
Forbidden chemistry, my is the dirty bomb
Urban combat, next year it's on