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, hold me
I keep my firm to the ground cause I'm (Free!)

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the nigga, the label is the plantation
Now switch that for your emancipation
You seeds in the field, like cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street with an to kill
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a meet
For the king of the city, sing of back streets
Choruses of cocaine and black heat
Only to trade like professional athletes
They'll take merchandising
Snatch publishing
that black ass, ship you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from underground 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 to verses in churches with no confession
So pardon my postpartum depression
A-list MCs can it in C-sections
For immature minds to get it each lesson
Three of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing figures a? Man.?"
They got digital codes on the music for to scan
So even when you a snare you payin' the clan
Now Google Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' over ya/Wachovia'
I the future in my sleep
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship with (Why?)
Cause i believe put the virus in the latex
that they 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)