Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

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

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

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the nigga, the label is the plantation
Now switch that advance for emancipation
You in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like street with an option to kill
They take the of slaves to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, songs of back streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and 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 from underground Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs the streets
They'll be bubblin' on 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 my postpartum depression
MCs can spit it in C-sections
For immature minds to get it each lesson
Fifth's of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing figures a? Man.?"
They got codes on the music for them to scan
So even when you sample a you payin' the clan
Now Google Pharoahe Monch, "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over
I the future in my sleep
To be honest man, we had a 'Mutual' relationship with 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i believe they put the in the latex
Condoms that they sell us, it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, not only call it just a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror threat that they even face yet

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