Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

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

I'm not the same shit you've heard
My is the beat on the first and fourth;
Hip-hop isn't dead this is law;
We'll drag that horse to water and make it for more;

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

Discontent is the anvil where these are formed;
The fuel on the that you burnt this for;
This goes out to those who've heard the call;
If the law serves the rich then we'll serve the

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

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

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

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

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

And though I do complain we aren't truly
We are still who we 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 they cared;
our people are weighed, weighed down;

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

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

For every face in the crowd, that I proud,
Cause we've all taken hits but won't stay
I never say I'm great, but I'm grateful,
Cause I don't believe that a king would wear that fake crown;

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

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