Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, you know we do work
Mashin in my down the streets of New York, they feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my pipes burn up the block
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 and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla is keepin it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you how it go
'Bout the war and how shitty that we murder for dough
Then the reporter a question, that 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 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 was abducted, never 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 ride deep in the streets
Cap a for his wallet, beat another for free
And the cold part it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom each 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 swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders where we enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with
prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats burn folks for pay
Same conditions in communities we die
Same brutality and ignorance, now will it take
to break the cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of 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 I hit you with truth
See they kill for less what we say on records to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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