Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

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

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

Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking
The sticker on the record is what 'em sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic
The more you try to us, the larger we get?

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

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

You can't the fact, Jack
violence in the streets every day
Any can recognize that
But you try to lie and lie
And say some motherfucking apple pie

Yo, you be high to believe that
You're gonna the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cos once you take away my 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 lock me up
If I got on the stage in my show and 'Fuck'

So I thought for a minute and no
I wasn't even gonna do a show
for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen 'cos no sellouts on mine

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

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

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

You'll what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books burn
You better it out
We should be able to say
Our lungs meant to shout

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

But close it, always keep an open mind
A man who to listen is blind
We only got one right left in the today
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 ways
Is start by saying that protecting the public
wicked rock bands or girlie magazines or whatever

But if you follow the of dominoes 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