Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Government

"they got me so uptight" --> singer

[chorus 1: hell
We form the government
You hate us or you lovin it
Ghetto government for those who
4x*

[hell (killah priest)]
We form a congress wit our
Here to fight eden for our freedom til it get accomplished
(we the whole world astonished
See us our macabee-an garments
They bow and pay homage, we God sent
Movin through this evil world with a
die over nonsense, when the koran spit)
We hit ya soul a vietnam hit
The whitehouse be the
We study all that dialect
Dead sea of a prophet
With the mindstate we movin
It be the livin that's heard in your eardrums
You gotta (which king gotta die next?
I'm on the corner taking side bets
set-trippin, angels of death slip in
Which that cat wit the tech
We crippin, blue flags and durags
Other cats got red out, cars sped out)

[chorus 2: priest *singing*]
I am king of
We sit the throne
die before us
This is a story of a kingdom
2x*

[killah
A moon glows, light reflects off of my gold
men with shields of david on top of they post
Soft wind blows, breath my silk blue robe
After I feast, fall asleep between my pillows
Feel my eyes close, then a motion picture screen
See the world like through a foggy window
See a cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods
Neantha's, latin kings, homes and shattered dreams
They gather in around jacob's ladder
Set up robots and make scatter
Cops watch them on they tv
They move in one
When the speak, stand up
Throw they hands up and make the take off they handcuffs
Other thugs thats trapped up in of vans and the bus
On their way to riker's, am I
It's now life, I'm put in
Ever I was put in diapers
Over six million passengers ships africa
After the massacre
After soloman we wore lavender
See the from the slaveships
Now they call us africans 'cause or skin match with
But that's a lot of foolish, so they can rule us

2]

1: 2x]

[hell
Knights at the square table, bread at last supper
Lost to fulfill their prophecies, suffer
We discuss the in soloman's words
Livin in visions of daniel, dreams
Hebrew kings choppin off the wings
excellence, no more, sex, lies, drugs and pestilence
My evidence, my own testament, written on
Twelve tribes at the head of corners in hoods
Idol worshippers, blasphemers, and murderers
Adulterers, holdin sexuals in burglerers
New york city pretty with 'lectricity
Blackout, computers shut down, 2000 out
Reset the chip, communication wit
Gabrielle in a spaceship, a basement
child, wars any sore playground
Jews and gentles, fed generation
me and wisdom got a loyal marriage
We not africans, indians nor we

1: 4x]