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

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

It's all about the and nothin' else
You come out here, you watch yourself
'Cause you can wear what you want, even or red
But the wrong brothers and end up dead

You a body 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 could lock us all up, that would be just fine
Got my from Oakland doin' serious time
You can't argue with the truth, it's hard to be
But it's a and you gotta deal with that

I wake up everyday and I can't wait
To mo money 'cause back in the days
When I rapped, I did the same thing I do now
Grab the microphone and you how

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

I got by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, my hands in sight
Put the on backseat, I'm in it
search for about thirty minutes

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

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

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

'Cause I'm a man, but I run my own business
So why the police send me to prison
They see a brother makin' cash
knock a patch out his black ass

And the truth, you can't argue you at all
Tryin' to give you ten years for a phone
Ain't trippin' on the dank smoke
'Cause all they wanna find is guns and

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

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

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

Every I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers to do
You lock me up 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 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 towed and I was cold

But I trippin', I'm gettin' used to it now
Handcuffed, your boy took me straight
For three warrants, had to catch me or later
'Cause the five-oh's always tryin' to a playa

For no reason, wasn't nothin wrong
You think I'm lyin', singin' that ol song
Well I'm a black man, ridin' in a
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 don't make
Why I run and try to jump a fence

If I was a smooth getaway
I woulda stopped in the first place
You'd be high speed chasin' me but this time you
'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 won't get back
But I mad, I'm just black

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