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 the house nigga, the label is the plantation
Now that advance for your emancipation
You in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street an option to kill
They take the strongest of to compete in a track meet
For the of the city, sing songs of back streets
Choruses of tales and black heat
Only to niggas like professional athletes
take that merchandising
Snatch publishing
Pack black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue underground like Harriet Tubman
y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
They'll be on mixed CDs, hustlin'
seen me on the block and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"

(Hook)

Ok...

(Verse 2)
I give birth to in churches with no confession
So please my postpartum depression
A-list MCs can it in C-sections
For immature to get it with each lesson
Three of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you discussin' figures 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 these 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'
I the future in my sleep
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' with 'Washington' (Why?)
i believe they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that sell us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only it just a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that they even face yet

(Hook)