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 pimps and the and the prostitutes
And then start all again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I mean you wanna get rid of the I'll help you
But send your 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 both of them at the same
In for this whole thing to work for the people

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

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

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