Luyện nghe bài hát La Femme Fetal

It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of
was not a cloud to speak of
So the orange sun hung in the sky
I lay prone in my home
Thinking of nappy Jackie and his jazz cat's horn
Sliding in a tape of bird on verve when suddenly my phone

"Hey butterfly", the said
Slip on some comb out your fro and slide on down to my pad
The vibe here is very pleasant and I truly request your
A problem of great magnitude has arose and as we speak it
Damn, what could it be I
A juice I bought and rolled on down to her
Seeing bros I know slapping fives I and pressed G-5
And there was Nikki lookin' kind of sad
With tears fallin' her eyes she sat me down
And dug my frown and to run it down

"You remember my boyfriend Sid fly kid who I love
Well our love was a verb and spontaneity has brought a third
But do to our an economic state, we wish to terminate
About this we don't great, but baby that's how it is
But the feds have me, they ignore and dismiss me
The pro-lifers harass me the clinic
And me a murderer, now that's hate
So needless to say we're in a state of debate"

Hey beautiful bird, I digging her somber mood
The fascists are heavy dudes
They really give a damn about life
just don't want a woman to control her body
Or have the right to but baby that ain't nothin'
They just want a male on the button

Because if you say, War, will send them to die by the score
Aborting should be your volition
But if and Thomas have their way
You'll be standing in line unable to get
they're out hunting and fishing
It has been around, it will always have the niche
But they'll make it a privilege not a right only to the rich

Hey pro-lifers should dig themselves 'cause life doesn't stop birth
And for child borne to the it might even just get worse
The situation surely change if will find themselves in it
Supporters of the h-bomb and fire bombing
What of shit is that? Orwellian in fact
If Roe V Wade was overturned not the desire remain intact
Leaving young girls to risk their
Doctors to botch and watch as they themselves

Now I want to sound macabre
But hey, it my job to lay it on the masses
And get them off asses to fight against these fascists
So whatever you decide make that move with
Sid will be and so will I
An 'til I die

Rhythms and sounds, spinning
Confrontations the nation
block, my block, dreadlocks what a shock
Land of the but not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me
Not me, not me, not me, not me