Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

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

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

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the house nigga, the label is the
Now switch that advance for your
You seeds in the field, like picked for real
I pop glocks like street with an option to kill
take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine and black heat
to trade niggas like professional athletes
They'll that merchandising
Snatch publishing
Pack that ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from underground like Harriet
While y'all stay struggling, we MCs through the streets
They'll be bubblin' on 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 verses in churches no confession
So please pardon my depression
A-list MCs can spit it in
For immature minds to get it with each
Three of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you publishing figures without a? Man.?"
They got digital on the music for them to scan
So even when you a snare you payin' the clan
Now Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while 'City Banks' 'watch over ya/Wachovia'
I peeped the future in my
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i believe they put the in the latex
Condoms that sell us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it just a in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that they even face yet

(Hook)