Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

Ayo, Ice, man
I'm working on this paper for college
the First Amendment?

Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking
You say the wrong thing, lock your ass up quick
The FCC 'Profanity, no airplay"
can suck my dick while I take a shit all day

Think I give a fuck about some bitch named Gore?
Yo, PMRC, we go, raw
Yo, Tip, what's the You ain't getting no dick?
bitching about rock 'n' roll
That's censorship, bitch

The Constitution we all got a right to speak
Say what we want, Tip, argument is weak
Censor records, TV, school too
And who decides right to hear? You?

Hey, PMRC, you fucking assholes
The sticker on the record is what 'em sell gold
Can't you see, you idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we

(You the right to remain silent)
Fuck that right, I the right to talk
I want the to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I wanna yell and I'm
Tell and every time I'm on a

on the stage, cold illing
The knowledge I drop will be by millions
We the problems, we ain't the villains
the suckers depriving the truth from our children

You hide the fact, Jack
There's violence in the every day
Any fool can that
But you try to lie and lie
And say some motherfucking apple pie

Yo, you gotta be high to believe
gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cos once you take my right to speak
Everybody in the up shit creek

Let me you about down south
Where a motherfucker might as well not have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said lock me up
If I got on the in my show and said 'Fuck'

So I for a minute and said no
I wasn't gonna do a damned show
'Cos for me to change my from my rhymes
Is never gonna 'cos there's no sellouts on mine

But I vowed to get motherfuckers one day
even arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got coming 'cos I'm mad and I'm gunning
Homeboys and there's no

I'm gonna tell you how I feel you
No bull, no lies, no slack, straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can my dick
You ain't nothing but a piece of fucking
On the map

of Speech, let 'em take it from me
Next they'll it from you, then what you gonna do?
Let 'em censor books, let 'em art
PMRC, this is where the witch hunt

You'll what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The will burn
You think it out
We should be to say anything
Our lungs were meant to

Say what we feel, out what's real
though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is
If you don't like I'm saying, fine

But don't it, always keep an open mind
A man who fails to is blind
We only got one left in the world today
Let me have it or throw The away

they're trying to do with radio
With this, uh, McCarron-Walter? Act and a lot of ways
Is start by saying that protecting the public
From wicked rock or girlie magazines or whatever

But if you follow the chain of dominoes that down
What they're trying to do is shut off
Our access to itself
If they do it by law
They know there's other to do it