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 start all 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 pushers help you
But send your people left to me
Oh on John
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on both of them at the same
In order for this whole to work for the people

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Good to those who wait
I involve wth those who make noise or indulge in hate
I to God, may Allah make my bars be great
So my job in case my broad is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a so Obama eight
Years, safe here never,
Kept it moving, weather
Crack babies crack sellers, still got nada
That happens you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad though when no calling
So now you with the strapped niggas 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 mamba, brown omitted
Little gentrification which gender-specific
All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is
Dig it, cigar lit up, got a longer tenure
You ain't gotta get unless that boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy theorists in my
And feel my shit 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 of serato
A penny for thoughts, my retorts worth a dollar
Get off my George Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking more little
Do you or did I lose you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
Paranormans on my feet nigga,
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?