Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to this thing work man
We've got to get rid of the and the pushers and the prostitutes
And then all over again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I not you, not the cops, nobody man
I mean you wanna get rid of the I'll help you
But don't your people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on of them at the same time
In order for whole thing to work for the people

1]
Good things to those who
I don't involve wth those who noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah make my be great
So my job in case my broad is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
hungry for a change so Obama eight
Years, here never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies crack sellers, still got nada
That happens when you black nigga with no
Unathletic, it's sad though when no calling
So now you with the strapped niggas that want
No problem, and the ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for can't erase the fear
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole race feel misplaced since the Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries black moms for convisary
And the stop now, the town is different
See the blocks like mamba, brown omitted
Little gentrification which ain't
All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer
You ain't get involved unless that boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy theorists in my
And feel like my is somehow different albeit
It be the image of my niggas
And your perception is ruining my vision, dig
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 more little Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
get her, not little
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 just ain't me, nigga, feel me?