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 you wouldn't need any legislation
You need any amendments to the Constitution
I don't see any American dream, I see an American
I'm one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, cause you we do work
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 bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast
On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is
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 Guerilla is keepin it movin
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to
How, I would act if every day was my last
How if day I worried 'bout my family in this
I'd be murdered on these street in a of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had
If they ran up in my house and held my and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, heard from again
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the parallels with how livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper that
Down there people on the bottom kill each for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of in my life
Same sirens, ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, each of us all
Same where we live enforcin the law
Gats on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in sheep
Same that'll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now 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 my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the 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 less than what we say on to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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