Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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

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

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

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

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

Microphone on the stage, cold
The knowledge I drop will be heard by
We the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers 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 high to believe
You're change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cos once you away my right to speak
in the world's up shit creek

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

So I thought for a and said no
I wasn't even do a damned show
for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen 'cos no sellouts on mine

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

I'm tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my
You nothing but a piece of fucking shit
On the map

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

censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books will
You think it out
We be able to say anything
Our were meant to shout

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

But don't close it, always an open mind
A man who fails to listen is
We only got one left in the world today
Let me have it or The Constitution away

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

But if you follow the chain of dominoes that down
they're really trying to do is shut off
Our to information itself
If they do it by law
They know there's ways to do it