Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't you an American
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't any legislation
You wouldn't need any amendments to the
I don't see any American dream, I see an American
I'm one of the 42 million people who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on 'em, cause you know we do work
in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the
We hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was
know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for
Then the reporter a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was maybe my
How if every day I worried 'bout my family in
I'd be murdered on street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news my brother had died
If ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, heard from again
I began to it, so he could observe
When I made the parallels how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down there people on the kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders where we enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that'll burn for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now will it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, what about
the way we live is shitty where's the love for our own?
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you with
Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you with
See they kill for less than what we say on to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my you gotta, save my life you gotta [x3]
Save us, us