Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being in America doesn't make you an American
Being born in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an you wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any 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 together now, all in now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth SHIT
on servin 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch Flav as my pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
Wanna about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
bread talkin 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 my last
How if every day I 'bout my family in this
I'd be on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my had died
If they ran up in my and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never heard again
I to compare it, so he could observe
When I made the parallels with how livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the
Cap a for his wallet, beat another for free
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the media keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at
racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with
Same prisons full of brothers herded in like
turncoats that'll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
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 rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our
I can't decide it, real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I'll be suicided I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than we say on records to you
Hear the in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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