Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

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

The says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want, Tip, your argument is
Censor records, TV, 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
Can't you see, you alcoholic
The you try to suppress us, the larger we get?

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

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

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

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

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

So I thought for a minute and no
I wasn't gonna do a damned show
'Cos for me to change my words my rhymes
Is never gonna happen 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
Homeboys and no running

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
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 will
You better it out
We should be to say anything
Our were meant to shout

Say we feel, yell out what's 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 don't close it, keep 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 away

What they're to do with radio
With this, uh, Act and a lot of other ways
Is start by that they're protecting the public
From wicked rock or girlie magazines or whatever

But if you follow the chain of 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