Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You don't understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you in order for us to make this thing work man
got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes
And start all over again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I not you, not the cops, nobody man
I mean you get rid of the pushers I'll 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 down on both of them at the same 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 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 slow it and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama
Years, here never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack turned 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 that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't changed in
And I'm optimistic at for politics can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole race misplaced since the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
Hear cries black moms for convisary
And the cops'll now, the town is different
See the blocks like black mamba, brown
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 unless boy sizzle

Yeah, one under God
about the guap, I hate to break your heart
Just play my
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 theorists in my
And like my shit is somehow different albeit
It could be the image of my
And your perception is ruining my vision, dig
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A penny for your thoughts, my retorts worth a
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm more little Rallo
Do you or did I lose you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
on my feet nigga, jiggy
I, commander in chief, nigga,
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?