Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
Hard soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
on servin 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was
Wanna know about the album and the new
How P.E. and Guerilla is keepin it movin
Breakin bread politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for
Then the asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I act if every day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my in this
I'd be on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I get some news that 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 to compare it, so he could observe
When I the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs 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 people on the bottom kill each other for
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
Same racism, each of us all
outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin heat
Same prisons of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats burn folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
That's why I'm out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you 'bout?
for rebuilding but, what about home?
When the way we live is shitty the love for our own?
I decide it, it's real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I'll be cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than we say on records to you
Hear the in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta
Save us, us