Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't you an American
Being born in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth you an American you wouldn't need 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 soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
on servin 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast
On the they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the
reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the 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 shitty we murder for dough
Then the asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my in this
I'd be murdered on these street in a of piss
Or if I get some news that 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 observe
When I made the parallels how they livin abroad
I ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold about it, life is cheaper than that
there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
by the media that keep 'em subdued
I around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
Same racism, each of us all
outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in sheep
Same turncoats that'll folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now will it take
to break the 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, the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for but, what about home?
When the way we live is where's the love for our own?
I can't it, it's real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you truth
See they for less than what 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 gotta
Save us, us