Luyện nghe bài hát Lift Your Fist

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

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

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

Yo,
We life close to the edge, don't push
But this ain't eighty-three and it's not the cold
It's on the street strapped, huffin' that kush
They eyein' the next cat, livin' all

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

Indeed, we blast, to kiss ass
Quick fast, 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 eyes reflect the agony, of that were shattered
And they love it, when we out and kill our own
But the greater responsibility, yes, is our own

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

We get it down this
To all my people, up your first
Seem like it no peace, no justice
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?
way you got to lift your fist

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

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

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

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

Yo, the time they eyes open 'til the clock strike death
Brothers is stressed, walkin' 'round holdin' they
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 hungry to get that

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

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

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

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

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

We get it down this
[Incomprehensible] lift your
Come on my people yo it ain't no
Dig it, uh, uh