Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

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

(Hook)
You can take my ways, and chain me
Back straight, tall, child of God I'm (Free!)
Spit in my face, hold me
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 that advance for emancipation
You seeds in the field, like cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat with an option to kill
They take the of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and heat
Only to trade niggas like professional
take that merchandising
Snatch publishing
that 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
They'll be bubblin' on CDs, hustlin'
Klan seen me on the and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"

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Ok...

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

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