Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

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

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

Hey, PMRC, you fucking 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 right to silent)
Fuck that right, I the right to talk
I want the right to speak, I want the to walk
Where I yell and I'm gonna
Tell and every time I'm on a

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

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

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

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

So I thought for a and said no
I even gonna do a damned show
'Cos for me to change my words from my
Is never gonna happen 'cos 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 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 nothing but a piece of fucking shit
On the map

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

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

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

But don't it, always 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 Constitution

What they're to do with radio
this, uh, McCarron-Walter? Act and a lot of other ways
Is start by saying that protecting 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 to information itself
If can't do it by law
They know other ways to do it