Luyện nghe bài hát Guerilla Radio

Transmission world war third round
of the weapon of sound above ground
No if you're looking for shade
I lick shots at the charade
As the close like a casket on truth devoured
Silent in the shadow of power a spectacle monopolized
The camera's on choice disguised

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

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

Contact I the frequencies blockin' the beltway
Move on DC way past the days of MCs
Sound off Mumia be free
Who gott 'em yo the federal file
All you know the trial was vile
Army of pigs try to silence my
Off 'em all out that box my radio dial

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

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

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