Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't you an American
Being born here in America doesn't you an American
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any
You need any amendments to the Constitution
I don't see any dream, I see an American nightmare
I'm one of the 42 black people who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do
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, b-boy
On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the
Some reporter holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how shitty that we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to
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 would get some that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, never heard again
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the parallels with how they livin
I ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
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 people
Damned by the media that keep 'em
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 where we live enforcin the law
clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
turncoats that'll burn 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
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, what home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the for our own?
I decide it, it's real, I hit you with proof
I'll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than what we say on 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