Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really don't understand, do
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to this thing work man
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the and the prostitutes
And start all over again clean?
Hey look, nobody's me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I mean you get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't send your people to me
Oh on John
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without rid of the other
We gotta down on both of them at the same time
In order for this whole to work for the people

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Good things to who wait
I involve wth those who make noise or indulge in hate
I pray to God, may Allah make my bars be
So my job secure in case my broad is
I got no time to it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so eight
Years, safe never, Rayful
Kept it moving, reindeer
Crack babies turned 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 niggas that want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm optimistic at times for can't erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole race feel misplaced the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black moms for
And the cops'll now, the town is different
See the blocks like mamba, brown omitted
Little which ain't gender-specific
All us niggas is niggas, a few of is bitches
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer
You gotta get involved unless that boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel my shit is somehow different albeit
It could be the of my niggas
And your is ruining my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A for your 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 you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder 'til the fill up, get me
on my feet nigga, jiggy
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But politics just ain't me, nigga, me?