Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

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Good things to who wait
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 my broad is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a so Obama eight
Years, here never, Rayful
Kept it moving, reindeer
Crack babies crack sellers, still got nada
That happens when you nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad though when no calling
So now you with the strapped niggas want problems
No problem, and the ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole race feel misplaced the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the town is
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 under God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break heart
play my part
Stay low, to God
For all the shown, it made it hard to watch
Could be a race war, niggas on mark
'Til start

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