Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you in order 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 again
Hey look, pushing me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I mean you get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't send your people to me
Oh on John
Can't you see we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on both of at the same time
In order for this whole to work for the people

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Good things to who wait
I don't involve wth those who make noise or in hate
I pray to God, may Allah make my bars be
So my job secure in my broad is late
I got no time to it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a so Obama eight
Years, safe here never,
Kept it moving, weather
babies turned crack sellers, still got nada
That when you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad when it's no calling
So now you with the strapped niggas that problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm optimistic at times for can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and
Whole race misplaced since the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
Hear cries from black moms for
And the cops'll stop now, the is different
See the blocks black mamba, brown omitted
gentrification which ain't gender-specific
All us niggas is niggas, a few of is bitches
Dig it, lit up, Obama got a longer tenure
You ain't gotta get involved unless that boy

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

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is somehow different
It could be the of my niggas
And your perception is my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of many of
A penny for your thoughts, my retorts a dollar
Get off my fucking George
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more little
Do you follow or did I 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, commander in chief, nigga,
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But just ain't me, nigga, feel me?