Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

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

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

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the house nigga, the is the plantation
Now that advance for your emancipation
You seeds in the field, like cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street an option to kill
They the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the of the city, sing songs of back streets
Choruses of tales and black heat
Only to niggas like professional athletes
They'll take merchandising
that publishing
Pack that black ass, you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from underground like Tubman
While y'all struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
They'll be on mixed CDs, hustlin'
seen 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 with no confession
So please pardon my postpartum
A-list MCs can spit it in
For immature minds to get it each lesson
Three Fifth's of a man ask with no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing without a? Man.?"
They got digital codes on the for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you the clan
Now Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'
I peeped the 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 call it just a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, threat that they aint even face yet

(Hook)