Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

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

1]
Good things to those who
I don't involve wth those who make noise or indulge in
I pray to God, may Allah make my be great
So my job in case my broad is late
I got no to slow it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so Obama
Years, here never, Rayful
it moving, reindeer weather
Crack babies crack sellers, still got nada
That when 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 ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for can't erase the fear
is dead, self-loathing and shit
Whole race feel since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from moms for convisary
And the stop now, the town is different
See the blocks like black mamba, omitted
Little gentrification which ain't
All us niggas is niggas, a few of is bitches
Dig it, cigar lit up, got a longer tenure
You ain't gotta get involved unless boy sizzle

Yeah, one nation God
about 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
be a race war, niggas on your mark
'Til start

2]
Conspiracy in my lyrics
And like 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 George
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 still
get her, not little
Witherspoon 'til the seats fill up, get me
on my feet nigga, jiggy
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
of free speech, nigga, get me
But politics just me, nigga, feel me?