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 thing work man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the and the prostitutes
And then all over 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 don't your people left to me
Oh on John
Can't you see that we get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on both of them at the time
In for this whole thing to work for the people

1]
Good things to who wait
I don't involve wth those who make or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah my bars be great
So my job in case my broad is late
I got no time to it down and contemplate
hungry for a change so Obama eight
Years, here never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies turned crack sellers, got nada
That happens when you black nigga no product
Unathletic, it's sad when it's no calling
So now you the strapped niggas that want problems
No problem, and the hood changed in years
And I'm at times for politics can't erase the fear
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole race feel since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black for convisary
And the cops'll now, the town is different
See the blocks like black mamba, brown
Little 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 boy sizzle

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

2]
Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is somehow albeit
It could be the of my niggas
And perception is ruining my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of many of
A penny for thoughts, my retorts worth a dollar
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad still
get her, not little
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 just ain't me, nigga, feel me?