Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

Think I give a fuck about 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, bitch

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

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 suppress us, the we get?

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

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

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

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

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

So I for a minute and said no
I even gonna do a damned show
'Cos for me to change my from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen 'cos there's no on mine

But I vowed to get those one day
They arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, got theirs coming 'cos I'm mad and I'm gunning
Homeboys and there's no

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

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

You'll what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books will
You better it out
We should be to say anything
Our lungs 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, always keep an open
A man who to listen is blind
We only got one left in the world today
Let me have it or The Constitution away

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

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