Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

Ayo, Ice, man
I'm on this term 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"
They can suck my dick while I take a all day

Think I a fuck about some silly 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, your argument is
Censor records, TV, books too
And who what's right to hear? You?

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

(You have the right to silent)
Fuck right, I want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I the right to walk
Where I wanna yell and I'm
Tell and rebel time 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 suckers depriving the from our children

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

Yo, you gotta be to believe that
You're gonna the world 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 down south
Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a
Columbus, Georgia, said they'd me up
If I got on the in my show and said 'Fuck'

So I for a minute and said no
I wasn't even gonna do a show
for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is gonna 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 '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, just fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can my dick
You ain't but a piece of fucking shit
On the map

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

You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we
The books burn
You think it out
We should be able to say
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 is mine
If you don't like what I'm saying,

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 have it or throw The away

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

But if you follow the chain of that falls down
they're really trying to do is shut off
Our access to itself
If can't do it by law
They know there's other to do it