Luyện nghe bài hát Food for The Masses

I love
family brings inspirations
One love to you and to all the nations
Aztlan the Puerto Rican and
The African the Maori, and the Haitian
On the chocolate
take a hit and then pass the information
To the left side and
providin', pride and
Sustenance and
Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the
cliques big up the area
Put your in the air now
me that cha care now
And that cha know how
Don't get behind me Satan
I'll keep thee in front so I can thee in the ass and
Assassinate all your wicked
Your new order and your global intentions
Not to mention the department of
Makin' off of people in detention
Doin' for possessions
Countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up
Progressions all the lessons
In the belly of the only God hears confessions
Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the
Done as many years as did Mandela
Parole wanted to know are you remorseful
How could I be because I do the crime yo
Y'alls the Motha fucka's guilty
me in solitary eight years of filthy
Kill the messenger, you kill the message
Yo I'm bringin' food for the

For the Masses for the
Mental food for the masses
For the masses for the masses for the for the true
For the Masses for the
food, food for the masses
For the masses for the masses for the true for the

So let's eat have a
Call the D'
Commencin' with the
I get open on the
Let 'em say what they say about the way we be
the year two triple O
They can't we
Aw'ight, so let's see how the book
I write 'cause half the has never been told so
No one can stop it the whole droppin' out the socket
up, like NASA when I rock it
The high tech of the civilized man
Can't stand my but ya love the sun tan
Fly the space shuttle like dancer and
You nuke the pole now you got skin cancer
The you see I'm fly like Lufthansa
You can Value it but you big chances
On crashes. Change name like Cassius
The classes be making for the masses
shift to a speed that's common for the listeners
MC's and be street politicians
In competition with the visions
They chasin' paper dollars to a pop prison
But listen this isn't me you
'Cause the whole world's out the things that we do
Ya sold soul to the Saint Ide's brew
That's I like the Sprite in you

For the for the masses
Mental food for the masses
For the masses for the for the true for the true
For the Masses for the
Mental food, for the masses
For the masses for the for the true for the true