Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You don't understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make thing work man
got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes
And start all over again clean?
Hey look, pushing me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't send people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the
We gotta come down on of them at the same time
In order for this whole thing to work for the

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Good things to those who
I don't wth those who make noise or indulge in hate
I to God, may Allah make my bars be great
So my job secure in case my broad is
I got no time to slow it and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a so Obama eight
Years, here never, Rayful
Kept it moving, reindeer
Crack babies turned sellers, still got nada
That happens you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad though it's no calling
So now you the strapped niggas that want problems
No problem, and the ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics erase the fear
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole feel misplaced since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the town is
See the blocks like mamba, brown 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 gotta get involved unless that boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my is somehow different albeit
It could be the of my niggas
And your perception is my vision, dig that
My mulatto, a resident of many of serato
A for your thoughts, my retorts worth a dollar
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking little Rallo
Do you or did I lose you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon 'til the seats fill up, get me
on my feet nigga, jiggy
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?