Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

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

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

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the
Now switch advance for your emancipation
You in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street with an to kill
They take the strongest of slaves to in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of back
of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to niggas like professional athletes
take that merchandising
Snatch publishing
Pack that black ass, ship you to
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from like Harriet Tubman
While stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
They'll be on mixed 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 to verses in churches with no confession
So please pardon my postpartum
A-list MCs can spit it in
For immature minds to get it each lesson
Three of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you publishing figures without a? Man.?"
They got codes on the music for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you the clan
Now Google Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'
I peeped the future in my
To be honest man, we had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i believe they put the in the latex
that they sell us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it just a glitch in the
But an errorless, terror threat that they aint even yet

(Hook)