Luyện nghe bài hát I Want To Be Free (That's The Truth)

You Oakland, California, is a city of punks
It only a second to pop the trunk
And like that, you know it's real
You're in the right town to get killed

It's all the game and nothin' else
You come out here, you better watch
'Cause you can wear what you want, even 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 lastin'
This town 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 Oakland serious time
You can't argue 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 can't
To make mo money 'cause back in the
When I rapped, I did the same thing I do now
the microphone and show you how

But I was broke, the only I had was game
I started makin' money and knew things change
Bought a Benz, thought it might earn
But the OPD found it hard to

I got jacked by the
down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put the on backseat, I'm in it
Illegal search for about thirty

Askin' me the dope
my gun but I don't know
I said I'm rappin', they laugh like I a joke
And to this day they think I'm sellin'

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

I be in Oakland, California every day of my
Bass so hard, you think I'm a pipe
And if I don't smoke it, I gots to
all my stuff and all you find
Is a pocket of money, count seven G's
Now you wanna think I'm sellin'

'Cause I'm a man, but I run my own business
So why the police wanna send me to
They see a brother makin' cash
They knock a 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 dank
'Cause all wanna find is guns and coke

In court all the time, tryin' to it
We get rich, we get
So what's the problem officer, time?
Is havin' big money, black a crime?

Or did you me to jail to teach me a lesson
me with somethin' or just ask questions
About the I hang around?
What's goin' on in the Oakland town?

Tell me who went broke, and who got
But Too $hort baby, just ain't no
You say you're doin' your job
But gettin on my nerves, just like Bob

Every I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' what to do
You lock me up I don't know how to act
But I'm down for mine, so I be talkin'
And I do, you treat me bad as hell
I'm sick of nights in jail

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

Got out of jail [unverified]
down the street like 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 downtown
For warrants, had to catch me sooner or later
'Cause the always tryin' to jack a playa

For no reason, wasn't nothin wrong
You I'm lyin', singin' that same ol song
Well I'm a man, ridin' in a Benz
How in the hell did I make these

Here we go, I over to the right
the engine, keep my hands in sight
I start cursin' 'cause it make sense
Why would I run and try to a fence

If I was plannin' a getaway
I never woulda in the first place
You'd be speed chasin' me but this time you ain't
'Cause 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 in blue
And if I sue, I get nothin' back
But I ain't mad, I'm just

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