Luyện nghe bài hát I Want To Be Free

You think California is a city of punks
It only takes a second, to pop the
And just that you know it's real
You're in the right damn town to get
It's all the game, and nothin else
You come out here, you watch yourself
you can wear what you want, even blue or red
But the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a full of bullets, and get blasted
to be a gangsta but you just ain't lastin
This little is gettin wild as hell
Check the and all the jails
If they could us all up that would be just fine
Got my partners from doin serious time
You argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mindgame, and you gotta deal that
I wake up everyday and I just wait
To make mo money, cause in the days
When I rapped, I did the same thing I do now
the microphone, and show you how
But I was broke, the thing I had was game
I makin money and knew things would change
Bought a Benz, thought it might respect
But the OPD, it hard to accept
I got by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in
Put the handcuffs on I'm in it
Illegal for about thirty minutes
Askin me, the dope
Where's my gun, but I know
I said I'm rappin, laugh like I told a joke
And to this day they I'm sellin coke

I want to be free! (and the truth) Ohhh yeahhh
I to be free! Ohhh yeahhh

I be in Oakland every day of my life
Bass so hard you I'm smokin a pipe
And if I don't smoke it, I to grind
Searched all my stuff, and all you
Is a pocket full of count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm keys
I'm a black man, but I run my own business
So why the police send me to prison
They see a makin major cash
They a patch out his black ass
And the truth, you can't argue you at all
Tryin to you ten years for a phone call
Ain't even trippin on the smoke
all they wanna find, is guns and coke
In court all the time to fight it
We get rich, we get
So the problem Officer this time?
Is havin big money bein a crime?
Or did you me to jail, to teach me a lesson
Charge me with somethin, or just ask
the brothers I hang around
What's really on in the Oakland town
me who went broke, and who got rich
But Too baby just ain't no snitch
You say you're just your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, like Bob
I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin what to do
You lock me up cause I don't how to act
But I'm for mine so I be talkin back
And when I do, you me bad as hell
I'm sick of spendin in jail

I want to be free! (and that's the truth) Ohhh
I to be free! Ohhh yeahhh

Got out of jail fo'-fifteen
Walkin down the street a broke dopefiend
Had a pocket full of tryin to play the role
Benz got and I was hella cold
But I ain't trippin, I'm used to it now
Handcuffed your boy took me straight
For three warrants, had to catch me or later
Cause the five-oh's tryin to jack a playa
For no reason, wasn't doin nothin
You think I'm lyin, singin same ol song
Well I'm a black man, ridin in a
How in the hell did I make these ends? we go
I over to the right
Stop the engine keep my hands in
I start cursin, it don't make sense
Why would I run and try to jump a
If I was plannin, a smooth
I never stopped in the first place
You'd be speed chasin me but this time you ain't
all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you who
Make me some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue, I won't get back
But I ain't mad I'm black

I want to be free! Ohhh
I want to be free! yeahhh
I want to be free! yeahhh
I want to be free! Ohhh