Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really don't understand, do
Hey man, don't you realize in for us to make this thing work man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the
And then all over again clean?
Hey look, pushing me anywhere, ok?
I not you, not the cops, nobody man
I mean you get rid of the pushers 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 without rid of the other
We gotta come down on both of them at the time
In order for this whole thing to work for the

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Good things to who wait
I don't involve wth those who noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may make my bars be great
So my job secure in case my is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so eight
Years, safe never, Rayful
Kept it moving, weather
Crack babies turned crack sellers, got nada
That happens when you black nigga no product
Unathletic, it's sad though it's no calling
So now you with the strapped niggas that problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
race feel misplaced since the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
Hear from black moms for convisary
And the cops'll now, the town is different
See the blocks black mamba, brown omitted
gentrification 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 that boy sizzle

Yeah, one under God
Politics about the guap, I hate to break your
play my part
low, pray 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 in my lyrics
And feel my shit is somehow different albeit
It be the image of my niggas
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 more little Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
Paranormans on my feet nigga,
I, commander in chief, nigga,
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But politics just ain't me, nigga, me?