Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really don't understand, do
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make this work man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the
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 pushers help you
But don't send people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see 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 for this whole thing to work for the people

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Good things to those who
I don't involve wth who make noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah my bars be great
So my job secure in case my broad is
I got no time to it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so eight
Years, here never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies 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 want
No problem, and the ain't changed in years
And I'm at times for politics can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole race feel misplaced the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
Hear cries black moms for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the is different
See the like black mamba, brown omitted
Little which ain't gender-specific
All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a tenure
You ain't gotta get involved unless that boy

Yeah, one under God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break your
Just my part
low, pray to God
For all the hate shown, it made it 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 resident of many of
A penny for your thoughts, my retorts a dollar
Get off my George Carver
As far as Bush, I'm thinking more little Rallo
Do you follow or did I you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
Reese get her, not
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
Paranormans on my feet nigga,
I, commander in chief, nigga,
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?