Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

Freedom of Speech, some motherfucking bullshit
You say the wrong thing, lock your ass up quick
The FCC 'Profanity, no airplay"
They can suck my 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 getting no dick?
You're bitching about rock 'n'
That's censorship, dumb

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me tell you down south
Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a
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 even do a damned show
'Cos for me to my words from my rhymes
Is gonna happen 'cos there's no sellouts on mine

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

I'm gonna tell you how I about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can my dick
You nothing but a piece 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, this is where the witch starts

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

Say we feel, yell out what's real
though it may not bring 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 world
Let me it or throw The Constitution away

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

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