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
We've got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the
And then start all over again
Hey look, nobody's 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 on John
you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We gotta down on both of them at the same time
In order for this whole thing to for the people

1]
Good things to who wait
I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in
I pray to God, may make my bars be great
So my job in case my broad is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a so Obama eight
Years, here never, Rayful
Kept it moving, reindeer
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 ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole feel misplaced since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black moms for
And the cops'll stop now, the town is
See the blocks like mamba, brown omitted
gentrification which ain't gender-specific
All us is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches
Dig it, lit up, Obama got a longer tenure
You ain't gotta get unless that boy sizzle

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

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Conspiracy in my lyrics
And feel like my shit is somehow 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 or did I lose 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, in chief, nigga, Bentley
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics ain't me, nigga, feel me?