Luyện nghe bài hát Lift Your Fist

Yeah Guru, huh, The
Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift fist
Uhh, yeah, lift your c'mon

To all my people, just lift your
Seem like it no peace, no justice
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your

We get it down like
To all my people, ball up first
Seem it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the or the microchip?
Either way you got to your fist

Yo,
We livin' life close to the edge, push
But this ain't and it's not the cold crush
It's kids on the strapped, huffin' that kush
They the next cat, livin' all plush

I guess make a brother do what he must
the combination that can make a human erupt
Team gettin' mutinied up, who couldn't read
The signs, thinkin' the day and is [Incomprehensible]

Indeed, we blast, to kiss ass
fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out past
Swallow the pain, follow the mental
It a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain

Garments bloodstained, bruised and battered
Our reflect the agony, of dreams that were shattered
And they love it, we wild out and kill our own
But the responsibility, yes, is still our own

To all my people, just lift fist
Seem it ain't no peace, no justice
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your

We get it down like
To all my people, ball up your
Seem it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your

Uhh, famine, ghetto people demand
That somebody do somethin' soon, and examine
The facts, behind the attacks
the daily gun play the cocaine and the crack

Thug season what's the reason for the
Everybody's gotta eat, some resort to thievin'
money, money, make money, money, money

To all my people, just lift your
Seem like it no peace, no justice
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?
way you got to lift your fist

We get it down this
To all my people, ball up first
Seem like it ain't no peace, no
How you want it, the bullet or the
way you got to lift your fist

Yo, from the time they eyes 'til the clock strike death
Brothers is stressed, 'round holdin' they chest
They got the government surveyin' they and can't breathe
dynamitin' them projects to smithereens

Money comin' but them too few and far between
You tryin' to taste just what the world's offering,
I seen to make a grown man scream
Brothers thirsty and to get that thing

Too many tears of pain, too years of struggle
Too drops of blood, too many problems to juggle
Too few jobs available, too few equipped
Too few role models, just gangsters and

you succumb, will your heart grow numb
Or will you the world, and use your mind like a gun?
I'm the one I turn a stick-up kid to a
Me and The Roots, up, we takin' over

To all my people, just lift fist
Seem it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the
Either way you got to lift fist

We get it down like
To all my people, up your first
Word up it ain't no peace, no
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?

To all my people, lift your fist
How you it there's no peace, no justice
the bullet or even form the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your

We get it like this
lift your fist
Come on my yo it ain't no justice
Dig it, uh, uh