Luyện nghe bài hát Harlem Streets

1]
Yeah.... streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother fuckers runnin' away the twin towers
Gun rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, the media power
devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false at your arraignment
Check to check, struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non
And people home after corporate share croppin
And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their
A of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the fuck off of the

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the
Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the

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It's like Cambodia the fields uptown
We live in and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conservative politicians on
People in the hood are so they tell us to listen
vote for us to go to war instantly
But of their kids serving the infantry
The odds are against us like a casino
Think about it, most of the is black and latino
And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my
You just another stupid mother out on the curb
to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways
But you can't history at an illiterate stage
And you can't a family on minimum wage
Why the fuck you most of us are locked in a cage
I niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
You better off rich and guilty poor and innocent
But I'm sick of feeling impotent the world burn
In the era of waiting my turn
I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned the future
And if your in my way it'd be an honor to ya
Up root ya the evil that grows in my people
Making them deceitful, and lethal
But I see through the mentality in us
And I educate my fam about who we should

Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, the problem?
Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, the problem?