Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

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

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

Hey, PMRC, you stupid assholes
The sticker on the is what makes 'em sell gold
you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to us, the larger we get?

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

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

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

Yo, you gotta be to believe that
You're gonna change the by a sticker on a record sleeve
once you take away my right to speak
Everybody in the up shit creek

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

So I for a minute and said no
I even gonna do a damned show
'Cos for me to change my words my rhymes
Is never happen 'cos there's no sellouts on mine

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

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

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

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

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

But close it, always keep an open mind
A man who to listen is blind
We got one right left in the world today
Let me it or throw The Constitution away

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

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