Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this work man
got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes
And then all over again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But send your people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We come down on both of them at the same time
In order for this whole to work for the people

1]
Good things to those who
I don't involve wth those who make or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah my bars be great
So my job secure in case my broad is
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas for a change so Obama eight
Years, safe never, Rayful
Kept it moving, weather
babies turned crack sellers, still got nada
That happens when you black nigga with no
Unathletic, sad though when it's no calling
So now you with the strapped that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm at times for politics can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and
Whole race feel since the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
Hear cries from black for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the is different
See the blocks like black mamba, omitted
Little gentrification ain't gender-specific
All us niggas is niggas, a few of is bitches
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer
You ain't gotta get involved that boy sizzle

Yeah, one nation God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break heart
Just my part
Stay low, to God
For all the shown, it made it hard to watch
Could be a race war, niggas on your
'Til somebody

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is somehow albeit
It could be the image of my
And your perception is ruining my vision, dig
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A penny for your thoughts, my retorts worth a
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more little
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad still
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
Paranormans on my nigga, jiggy
I, commander in chief, nigga,
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But politics just ain't me, nigga, me?