Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

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

(Hook)
You can my ways, shackle and chain me
straight, standin' 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 A&R's the house nigga, the is the plantation
Now switch that advance for emancipation
You in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat street with an option to
take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of streets
Choruses of cocaine and black heat
Only to trade niggas like athletes
They'll that merchandising
Snatch that
Pack 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 through the
be bubblin' on mixed CDs, hustlin'
Klan 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 with no confession
So please pardon my postpartum
A-list MCs can 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' figures without a? Man.?"
They got digital codes on the music for to scan
So even when you a snare you payin' the clan
Now Pharoahe Monch, search "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 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
that they sell us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not only call it a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, threat that they aint even face yet

(Hook)