Luyện nghe bài hát I Want to Be Free

You think California is a city of punks
It takes a second to pop the trunk
And just like that you it's real
You're in the right damn town to get
It's all about the game and nothin'
You come out here, you better yourself
'Cuz you can wear you want, even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up

You catch a body full of bullets and get
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't
This little is gettin' wild as hell
Check the and all the jails
If could lock us all up that would be just fine
Got my partners from Oakland doin' time
You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be
But it's a mind and you gotta deal with that

I wake up and I just can't wait
To mo money 'cuz back in the days
I rapped, I did the same damn thing I do now
Grab the and show you how
But I was broke, the only thing I had was
I started makin' money and knew things would
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn
But the OPD, found it hard to

I got jacked by the Task and by the Vice
Face down on the keep my hands in sight
Put the handcuffs on I'm in it
Illegal for about thirty minutes
me where's 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 think I'm sellin'

I want to be free, ohh
(And the truth)
I want to be free, ohh

I be in Oakland California day of my life
Bass so hard, you think I'm a pipe
And if I don't it, I gots to grind
Searched all my stuff and all you
Is a full of money count seven G's
Now you wanna I'm sellin' keys
'Cuz I'm a black man, but I run my own
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 give you ten for a phone call
Ain't trippin' on the dank smoke
'Cuz all they wanna is guns and coke
In court all the tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get

So what's the Officer this time?
Is havin' big money bein' black a
Or did you take me to jail, to teach me a
Charge me somethin' or just ask questions
About the I hang around
What's really on in the Oakland town
me who went broke and who got rich
But Too $hort baby just ain't no

You say you're just your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, like Bob
time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' what to do
You me up 'cuz I don't know how to act
But I'm down for mine so I be talkin'
And when I do, you treat me bad as
I'm sick of spendin' nights in

I want to be free, ohh
(And the truth)
I to be free, ohh yeah

Got out of jail about
down the street like a broke dopefiend
Had a pocket full of tryin' to play the role
Benz got towed and I was cold
But I ain't trippin', I'm used to it now
Handcuffed your boy, took me downtown
For three warrants, had to catch me sooner or
'Cuz the five-oh's tryin' to jack a playa

For no reason, wasn't doin' wrong
You think I'm lyin', singin' that same ol'
Well, I'm a man ridin' in a Benz
How in the did I make these ends? Here we go
I pull to the right
Stop the engine, keep my hands in
I start 'cuz it don't make sense
Why would I run and try to a fence

If I was a smooth getaway
I never woulda stopped in the first
You'd be high speed chasin' me but this you ain't
'Cuz all I got on me is a big fat
And I I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in
And if I sue, I won't get nothin'
But I ain't mad, I'm black

I want to be free, ohh
I to be free, ohh yeah
I to be free, ohh yeah
I to be free, ohh yeah