Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You don't 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 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 your left to me
Oh on John
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the
We gotta come on both of them at the same time
In order for whole thing to work for the people

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Good to those who wait
I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in
I pray to God, may Allah make my be great
So my job secure in case my is late
I got no time to slow it and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama
Years, safe never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies turned crack sellers, got nada
That happens you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad though it's no calling
So now you with the strapped that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't changed in
And I'm at times for politics can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and
Whole race feel misplaced since the Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries black moms for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the town is
See the blocks black mamba, brown omitted
Little gentrification which 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 the guap, I hate to break your heart
Just play my
low, pray 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 like my shit is somehow different albeit
It could be the of my niggas
And your perception is my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a of many of serato
A penny for thoughts, my retorts worth a dollar
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more little
Do you follow or did I you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the seats up, get me
Paranormans on my nigga, jiggy
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?