Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you need any legislation
You wouldn't need any to the Constitution
I see any American dream, I see an American 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 truth soldierin, hard soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, you know we do work
Mashin in my down the streets of New York, they feel 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 hear my beat, my 69 is
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
Breakin talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's that we murder for dough
the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I act if every day was maybe my last
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 news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, never heard again
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the parallels with how livin abroad
I can't ignore it, pigs ride deep 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
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds at night
Same racism, each of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin heat
Same prisons of brothers herded in like sheep
Same that'll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in communities we die
brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
to the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away?
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?
Money for rebuilding but, what home?
the way we live is shitty where's 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
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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