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 nigga, the label is the plantation
Now that advance for your emancipation
You seeds in the field, picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street with an to kill
take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of back
of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade niggas like athletes
They'll that merchandising
Snatch that
Pack black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A rogue from underground like Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay struggling, we MCs through the streets
be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'
Klan seen me on the 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 no confession
So please my postpartum depression
MCs can spit it in C-sections
For immature minds to get it each lesson
Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing without a? Man.?"
got digital codes on the music for them to scan
So even when you a snare you payin' the clan
Now Google Pharoahe Monch, "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch ya/Wachovia'
I peeped the future in my
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with (Why?)
Cause i believe put the virus in the latex
Condoms that they sell us, it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that aint even face yet

(Hook)