Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in doesn't make you an American
Being born here in doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an you wouldn't need 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 black people who are the victims of

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was maybe my
How if every day I worried 'bout my in this
I'd be murdered on street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my was abducted, never heard from again
I began to it, so he could observe
When I the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, another for free
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down there on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, got the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em
I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life
sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders where we live the law
Gats on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of brothers in like sheep
Same turncoats that'll burn for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm fresh out of for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, what home?
When the way we is shitty where's the love for our own?
I can't decide it, real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you with
See they kill for less than we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music from a to you, now listen

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