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, me down
I keep my feet firm to the ground 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, picked cotton for real
I pop glocks Beat street with an option to kill
They take the strongest of slaves to in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of streets
Choruses of tales and black heat
Only to trade like professional athletes
take that merchandising
Snatch publishing
Pack black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from underground like Tubman
While stay struggling, we smuggle 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!"

(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 minds to get it with each lesson
Three Fifth's of a man ask nigga no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing figures a? Man.?"
They got digital on the music for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you payin' the
Now Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 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 us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that they aint face yet

(Hook)