Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

Ayo, Ice, man
I'm working on this term for college
the First Amendment?

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

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

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

Hey, PMRC, you stupid assholes
The sticker on the is what makes 'em sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we

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

Microphone on the stage, illing
The knowledge I drop be heard 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 violence in the every day
Any fool can that
But you try to lie and lie
And say America's some motherfucking pie

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

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

So I thought for a and said no
I wasn't even gonna do a damned
'Cos for me to change my from my rhymes
Is gonna happen 'cos there's no sellouts on mine

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

I'm gonna you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my
You ain't but a piece of fucking shit
On the map

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

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

Say what we feel, yell out real
Even it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my is mine
If you don't what 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 today
Let me have it or throw The away

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

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