Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't 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 black people who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
Hard truth soldierin, hard soldier 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 they my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
Breakin talkin politics, you know how it go
the war and how it's shitty that we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to
How, I would act if every day was maybe my
How if day I worried 'bout my family in this
I'd be murdered on street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had
If they ran up in my and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, never heard from
I began to compare it, so he 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 it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the people
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I been the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at
Same racism, each of us all
Same outsiders where we live the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin heat
prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that'll folks for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now will it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my goes out, what the fuck 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 it, it's real, I hit you with proof
Maybe be suicided 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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Save my life you gotta, save my life you [x3]
us, save us