Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

I'm x10
I'm Free!
Free!
Free!

(Hook)
You can take my ways, shackle and me
straight, standin' tall, child of God I'm (Free!)
Spit in my face, me down
I keep my firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the house nigga, the is the plantation
Now switch advance for your emancipation
You seeds in the field, like picked cotton for
I pop glocks Beat street with an option to kill
take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and heat
Only to trade niggas professional athletes
take that merchandising
Snatch publishing
Pack black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman
y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
They'll be bubblin' on CDs, hustlin'
Klan me on the block and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"

(Hook)

Ok...

(Verse 2)
I give birth to verses in churches with no
So pardon my postpartum depression
MCs can spit it in C-sections
For immature minds to get it with each
Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you publishing figures without a? Man.?"
They got digital codes on the music for them to
So even when you sample a snare you the clan
Now Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch ya/Wachovia'
I the future in my sleep
To be man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i believe they put the virus in the
Condoms that they sell us, it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it just a in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat they aint even face yet

(Hook)