Luyện nghe bài hát Getaway

I hate my job so I always look to a day//
Far from New York city on a getaway//
But not in
these white Cuban anti-Castros can't stand me//
That's the reason never win a fixed up latin grammy//
After this racist will god damn me//
But my black people love
And when i go to America people try to hug me
Cause I talk about reality effects them//
And even though I blew up I could never them//
What kind of revolutionary action that be//
I'd be catogorized with practically every other
But never 'cause I'm clever with facts//
Sever your raps, fake and thugs will forever be wack//
I'm still with my squadron heavily strapped//
And if I get killed I'll inevitibly be back//
Encyclopedia hispanica over debt//
Don't ever me to small minded criminal kats//
I kill kids on like Dale Earnhart//
Spit on face and leave your cheekbone with 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 women the colour of cinnamon//
You motherfuckers wish you had the life I'm living in//

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