Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

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

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 urban
We'll that horse to water and make it thirst for more;

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

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

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

at the stage, who can catch 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 beat out, settle the groove in;
I'll do what I gotta do to get you to in;
My inner child's off 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 films about and space ships,
Might amaze kids, who forget that their the bleak;

Alright, yeah kind of on a losing streak,
But won't a victory for a few defeats; at least;
isn't even what it used to be;
The man can barely even draw that gap blue and green;

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

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

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

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;
our people 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 that we day we waste;
Not our ways,