Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any
You need any amendments 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 soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, you know we do work
in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
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
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 shitty that 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 my family in this
I'd be murdered on these in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had
If ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, never heard 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 ride in the streets
Cap a for his wallet, beat another for free
And the part about it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill other for scraps
that, propoganda got the people confused
Damned by the media keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
Same racism, each of us all
Same outsiders where we enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin heat
Same prisons of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats burn folks for pay
conditions in communities we die everyday
Same and ignorance, now what will 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 you cryin 'bout?
Money for but, what about home?
When the way we live is shitty the love for our own?
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you with
Maybe I'll be cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for than what we say on records to you
Hear the in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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