Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

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

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 to hear? You?

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

(You have the 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, illing
The knowledge I will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the
It's the suckers depriving the truth our children

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

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

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

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

But I to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested Brown 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 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 you, then what you gonna do?
Let 'em censor books, let 'em art
PMRC, this is where the hunt starts

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

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

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

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

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