Luyện nghe bài hát In The Dust

If you would my soul
I lick your funky emotion

Is America? Yeah
Is this No
Is this No
Is No
do we want?

Taking this shit into the mode
Expressing my feelings I exploded
About the passed on to a black man
By the money hungry seeking man

Fucking up our streets with
Then lock a nigga up for the
they go again pickin' on the little man
Fuck wit' the cartel or the man

Arrest for the things they say
But find a crime after it got sprayed
This is in God we trust
We won just this but a is in the dust

I'm stereotype so I fit the
A has the stigma for pushing or pimpin'
harass me and public embarrass me
They use brutality asking me

I'm mad I was caught and reached for his license
Cops the gun and cold ice
Then I'm a victim of society I got societal
It's harder to pay bills than pop

send a brother off to fight for your country
When ask for ours, we get
I look for and get my feelings hurt
They got my back against the wall and my dick is in the

talk about this man, they call Nino Brown
The black man, they Nino brown
You there's a lot of Nino Browns in every city
In the United of America

America had formed a Brown in every city
Basically because we no way out
Ah, is that America really wants us to think
That we have way out?

Here's an example, you have never
A man come into Miami
With and pounds of marijuana
and pounds of cocaine

You have never seen a man drop off
A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane, you have never this
But yet it is still is in our everyday
And we're the going to jail for it

The system is designed to lead us to
So we turn to and guns for our pay
It's the sign of the
I gotta get mine all I live is a life of

I up hard from the ran down ghetto
You talk your ass off but tell me a nigga know
All I see is a lot of neighborhood
Babies crying, I wonder the mama

C.O.D. and got rushed to
A dealer had to to make a fast buck
She was a patient, what the fuck?
His back's against the wall and his in the dust