Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Radio

Transmission third world war third
Decade of the weapon of sound ground
No shelter if looking for shade
I lick shots at the charade
As the polls like a casket on truth devoured
Silent play in the shadow of power a monopolized
The camera's on choice disguised

Was it cast for the mass who and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for and oil?
Yes a spectacle
They the reins, stole your eyes
All the the bullets and bombs
Who the banks and staff the party ranks?
More for or the son of a drug lord
None of the above it cut the cord

out guerilla radio
Turn shit up
Lights out radio
Turn that up
Lights out guerilla
that shit up
Lights out guerilla

I hijacked the frequencies blockin' the beltway
Move on DC way the days of bombin' MCs
Sound off Mumia guan be
Who gott 'em yo check the federal
All you pendejos know the was vile
Army of pigs try to my style
Off 'em all out box it's my radio dial

Lights out radio
that shit up
Lights out guerilla
Turn shit up
Lights out guerilla
that shit up
Lights out guerilla

It has to start somewhere, it had to start
better place than here, what better time than now

All hell can't stop us now, all hell stop us now
All hell can't us now, all hell can't stop us now
All hell stop us now, all hell can't stop us now