Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

Ayo, Ice, man
I'm working on this term paper for
What's the First

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

Think I give a fuck about silly bitch named Gore?
Yo, PMRC, we go, raw
Yo, Tip, what's the matter? You getting no dick?
bitching about rock 'n' roll
That's censorship, bitch

The says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want, Tip, your is weak
Censor records, TV, books too
And who decides what's to hear? You?

Hey, PMRC, you stupid assholes
The sticker on the is what makes '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 right, I want the right to talk
I the right to speak, I want the right to walk
I wanna yell and I'm gonna
Tell and rebel time I'm on a

Microphone on the stage, cold
The knowledge I drop be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the
It's the suckers depriving the from our children

You can't hide the fact,
There's in the streets every day
Any fool can that
But you try to lie and lie
And say America's some motherfucking pie

Yo, you gotta be high to believe
You're gonna the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cos you take away my right to speak
Everybody in the world's up creek

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

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

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

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

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

censor 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 to shout

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

But don't close it, always keep an mind
A man who to listen is blind
We only got one right left in the world
Let me it or throw The Constitution away

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

But if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls
What they're really trying to do is off
Our to information itself
If they do it by law
know there's other ways to do it