Luyện nghe bài hát Inkstains

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

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

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

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

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 they
That our people are weighed, weighed

at the stage, who can catch 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,

Drop beat out, settle the groove in;
do what I gotta do to get you to tune in;
My inner child's off cutting sick on the swings;
But playground are the reason I do this;

Aint it that we hide from the truth,
Till advice on a loop makes us look past the movie
All these films about aliens and ships,
Might amaze kids, who forget 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 it used to be;
The man can barely even draw that gap between blue and

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,