Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up

Dead Prez, The
People Army, the G's at?
C'mon, the police
Ay, y'all for this shit for y'all trunk?
Y'all ready to get this crunk?

You got to get up now
Turn the system down
You're to be fed up right now
Turn the system down
Get up

Honestly, I'm against government
I gotta cover it up, that's what I meant
Sick of payin' bills and I'm of payin' rent
Seem I work all the time, but, don't know where the money went

And the shit is we supposed to like this shit
But all y'all politicians can bite dick
It's a war on, the ghetto is a cage
They give you two choices be a rebel or a slave

(So you do?)
So, I rebel a ulcer in the belly of the beast
Stayin' true to it, since my home street days in the blue
Niggas been fightin' so long seem like I'm to it

Now, what y'all 'bout how The Coup do it?
fluid, boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin' to it
is for the G's all the way to the bay
For 'Frisco to Oakland all over L.A., ya get up

You got to get up now
Turn the upside down
'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the system down
Get up

Now uhh, this fella, spits yella, never a snitch teller
One pace up from my ditch dweller
Yellin', "Fuck 'em Rocafella", my shit in acapella
My lyrical quotes are nervous notes to bank

we call it off, we haulin' off, Molotov's and bricks
Mr. Bailiff you put that in the transcripts
your motherfucking petty workin' band flips
Some saw it off, I hand-grips

Quote us, you know we're than a 3 day no tice
Pay a quit, it's more of us than lies mayor spit
I'm on some, "Ma the game but love the player", shit
Is you a, "Have" or you a, "Have not"?

When you run out of bullets rocks
'Cuz the prison slam locks
It don't open when fam knocks
'Less you rich and stocks

Fight the power a motherfucking Zulu
It's The plus Kanume and Mutulu
So, raise your hands in the air like born again
But a fist for the struggle we was born to win

You got to get up now
Turn the upside down
'sposed to be fed up right now
Turn the upside down
Get up

When I hear the woop-woop, I be duckin' them
I can smell a pig comin', so, I on my toes
On the low po-po, so fuck the ho lice
'Cuz peace to me is under my seat

And I know power respect that so, and Protect', that
I'm young, black, and just don't give a try me
you right back, you better drive by me
We the Army is known to get rowdy

And even if you a friend of the
You can get it too, snitchin' is forgettable
This hell we livin' is forgivable
It down to DP and The Coup

Remember Huey, Bobby Hutton, George, and them
the po-po, local, state, fed and them
You choose your side, Crip Blood 415
one team, get up and let's ride

You got to get up now
Turn the upside down
You're 'sposed to be fed up now
Turn the system upside
Get up