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

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier
Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they 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 they hear my beat, my 69 is
Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
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 we murder for dough
the reporter asked 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 these street in a of piss
Or if I would get some news that my had died
If ran up in my house 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
I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold part about it, life is than that
Down there people on the bottom kill 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 live the law
Gats on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in sheep
Same turncoats that'll burn for pay
Same conditions in communities we die
Same brutality and ignorance, now what it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the 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 about
When the way we live is shitty where's the for our own?
I can't it, it's real, I hit you with proof
I'll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music a rebel to you, now listen

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