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, me down
I my feet firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)

(Verse 1)
Ya the house nigga, the label is the plantation
Now switch that advance for your
You seeds in the field, picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat with 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
of cocaine tales and black heat
Only to trade like professional athletes
They'll that merchandising
Snatch publishing
that black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from underground Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs the streets
They'll be 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 birth 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 Fifth's of a man ask nigga no plans,
"How you publishing figures without a? Man.?"
They got digital codes on the music for to scan
So when you sample a snare you payin' the clan
Now Google Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll while these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'
I peeped the in my sleep
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that sell us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that aint even face yet

(Hook)