Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America make you an American
born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if made you an American you wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any amendments to the
I don't see any American dream, I see an American
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, cause you know we do
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch Flav as my pipes burn up the block
We hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View
reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you 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 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 my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and my kids and my wife
Or if we was and somebody took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never heard from
I began to compare it, so he could
When I the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than
Down there people on the kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with
prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same that'll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
That's why I'm fresh out of for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for but, what about home?
the way we live is shitty where's the love for our own?
I can't decide it, real, I hit you with proof
Maybe be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the from a rebel to you, now listen

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