Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't make you an
Being born here in America doesn't you an American
Why if birth you an American you wouldn't need any legislation
You need any amendments 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 now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier
Keep on servin 'em, cause you we do work
Mashin in my Chevy the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch Flav as my dual burn up the block
We hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
Wanna know the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for
Then the reporter asked a question, I had to mash
How, I would act if day was maybe my last
How if day I worried 'bout my family in this
I'd be on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news my brother had died
If they ran up in my and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, heard from again
I began to it, so he could observe
When I made the with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
And the cold about it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for
Imagine that, propoganda got the people
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same birds swirlin at night
racism, profilin each of us all
Same where we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that'll folks for pay
Same conditions in communities we die
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away?
why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my heart goes out, what the you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, what 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 suicided cause I hit you truth
See they for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now

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