Luyện nghe bài hát Field Nigga Boogie (XLR8R Remix)

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

chat interlude]

[various
"This program includes dramatic re-enactments of scenes which real events
and contains material which is for" (HIP-HOP)
"Welcome to the show!"
[Dan Rather] "Today, more drugs are coming into 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 drug lords"
"This was a, a dollar business"
"Even menacing" - D.R. "The C.I.A."
[D.R.] "Have gone into the 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 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! Technique, part of the rebel militia
Weapon I brandish, don't need the canvas to a picture
who you askin, I'll tell you what it is
It music motherfucker it's the way that we live
Party crashin, leavin the with a broke lock
And make a toast to the cancer of Rupert
I got a hit, on the Grand Wizard and the
And I'll be snipin, campus security cops
Fuck around, and I'ma start blastin kids
Payback, for what they did to 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 shells for
Strike me down, that'll birth to ten of me
Forbidden chemistry, my is the dirty bomb
Urban combat, next nigga it's on