Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

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

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

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

is the anvil where these words are formed;
The fuel on the fire that you burnt this
This song goes out to who've heard the call;
If the law the rich then we'll serve 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 are weighed, weighed down;

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

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

Aint it sick we hide from the truth,
Till advice on a makes us look past the movie screen;
All these films about aliens and 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 victory for a few at least;
Racism even what it used to be;
The man can barely draw that gap between blue and green;

And though I do we aren't truly free;
We are still who we to be;
We are still when we to a beat;
So when they ask why, I'll tell I choose to speak;

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

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

For head I offend with the lyrics I take down;
Or I've loved who might break down;
For all my family and friends, I we stand to the end;
I edit a word it's too late now;

For every in the crowd, that I make proud,
Cause we've all taken hits but 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;
our people are weighed, weighed down;

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