Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America make you an American
Being 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 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
truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, cause you 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, blast
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter holla and I said it was cool
know 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 shitty that we murder for dough
Then the reporter a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my family in
I'd be on these street 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 looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, never heard from
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, another 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
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, ghetto birds swirlin at night
racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
Same turncoats burn folks for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
That's why I'm fresh out of for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we is shitty where's the love for our own?
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 what we say on to you
Hear the message in the music from a to you, now listen

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