Luyện nghe bài hát Getaway

I hate my job so I look to a better day//
Far from New York city on a getaway//
But not in
'Cause these white Cuban can't stand me//
That's the reason I'll never win a fixed up latin
After this racist latinos will god me//
But my black people me//
And i go to South America people try to hug me
Cause I about reality that effects them//
And even though I blew up I could neglect them//
kind of revolutionary action would that be//
I'd be with practically every other emcee//
But never that 'cause I'm with facts//
Sever your raps, fake players and thugs will forever be
I'm still with my squadron heavily strapped//
And even if I get I'll inevitibly be back//
Encyclopedia hispanica digital debt//
ever compare me to small minded criminal kats//
I kill kids on tracks like Earnhart//
Spit on your face and leave your cheekbone a burn mark//
I was a genius but I learned to be street smart//
My vacation just I'm out to the Caribbean//
Swimming in dominican the colour of cinnamon//
You motherfuckers wish you had the style I'm living in//

[East coast to west coast and stuck in between//
This is dedicated to everybody their dreams//
This ghetto fabulous life really ain't what it
But make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes]
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