Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

Bring that beat in the drums,
The single finger in the air amidst a thumbs,
Hitchhiking out of here on the of a truck;
My message is the snare drowning out the pounding

I'm not the same you've heard before;
My heart is the beat on the first and
Hip-hop isn't dead is urban law;
drag that horse to water and make it thirst for more;

Turn that trickle to a stream and that to a geyser;
Our dreams are the fire that'll it forth
Break on the soap box the curb has formed;
Music is our white flag on an earth at

Discontent is the anvil these words are formed;
The on the fire that you burnt this for;
This song goes out to who've heard the call;
If the law serves the rich then we'll the poor;

Every face in this has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every fist in the air, waving it like they
That our people are weighed, weighed

Everybody at the stage, who can my gaze,
Just to me that they're weighed, weighed down;
By every of the day that we day that we waste;
Not our ways,

Drop that beat out, the groove in;
I'll do what I do to get you to tune in;
My inner off cutting sick on the mood swings;
But playground tactics are the reason I do

Aint it sick that we from the truth,
Till on a loop makes us look past the movie screen;
All these about aliens and space ships,
Might amaze kids, who forget that their the future's

Alright, we're kind of on a losing streak,
But won't forget a for a few defeats; at least;
Racism isn't even it used to be;
The man can barely even draw gap between blue and green;

And though I do complain we truly free;
We are who we choose to be;
We are still we move to a beat;
So when they ask why, tell them I choose to speak;

Every face in crowd has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every fist in the air, waving it like cared;
That our people are weighed, weighed

at the stage who can catch my gaze,
Just to tell me that they're weighed, weighed
By every of the day that we day that we waste;
Not our ways,

For every head I offend the lyrics I take down;
Or women loved who might break down;
For all my family and friends, I hope we stand to the
I can't edit a word it's too now;

For every in the crowd, that I make proud,
we've all taken hits but won't stay down;
I might say I'm great, but I'm grateful,
Cause I don't believe that a king would wear that fake crown;

Every face in this has an ear for the sound,
And an eye on our way, way,
Every fist in the air, it like they cared;
That our are weighed, weighed down;

Everybody at the stage, who can my gaze,
Just to tell me they're weighed, weighed down;
By every of the day that we day that we waste;
Not our ways,