Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really don't understand, do
Hey man, don't you in order for us to make 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, pushing me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't send people left to me
Oh come on
Can't you see we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on of them at the same time
In order for this whole to work for the people

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Good to those 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 secure in case my broad is
I got no time to it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama
Years, safe never, Rayful
Kept it moving, weather
Crack turned crack sellers, still got nada
happens when you black nigga with no product
Unathletic, it's sad when it's 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 times for politics erase the fear
Pro-black is dead, and shit
Whole race misplaced since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black for convisary
And the cops'll stop now, the town is
See the like black mamba, brown omitted
Little gentrification which ain't
All us niggas is niggas, a few of niggas is
Dig it, cigar lit up, got a longer tenure
You ain't gotta get involved unless boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is somehow different
It could be the image of my
And perception is ruining my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a of many of serato
A penny for thoughts, my retorts worth a dollar
Get off my George Carver
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking little Rallo
Do you follow or did I lose
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the broad clueless
Reese get her, not
Witherspoon feeder the seats fill up, get me
Paranormans on my feet nigga,
I, commander in chief, nigga,
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics just me, nigga, feel me?