Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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Good things to who wait
I don't wth those who make noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may make my bars be great
So my job in case my broad is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so eight
Years, safe never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies crack sellers, still got nada
That happens when you black nigga no product
Unathletic, it's sad though when it's no
So now you with the niggas that want problems
No problem, and the ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at for politics can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and
Whole race misplaced since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear from black moms for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the town is
See the blocks like black mamba, omitted
Little which 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
play my part
Stay low, to God
For all the hate shown, it it hard to watch
Could be a race war, niggas on your
'Til start

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is different albeit
It could be the image of my
And your is ruining my vision, dig that
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 little Rallo
Do you or did I lose you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad still
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 just ain't me, nigga, me?