Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really understand, do you?
Hey man, don't you realize in for us to make this thing work man
got to get rid of the pimps 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 I'll help you
But don't send your people to me
Oh come on
Can't you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the
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 those who
I don't involve wth 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 slow it down and
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama
Years, here never, Rayful
Kept it moving, weather
Crack babies turned sellers, still got nada
That happens you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad when it's no calling
So now you with the strapped niggas want problems
No problem, and the hood ain't in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole race misplaced since the Reagan Era
Where's Che ??
Hear cries from 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 is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a tenure
You ain't gotta get involved that boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
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 worth a dollar
Get off my fucking Carver
As far as Bush, I'm thinking more little Rallo
Do you follow or did I you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad clueless
Reese get her, not
feeder 'til the seats 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?