Luyện nghe bài hát Lift Your Fist

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

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

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

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

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

Indeed, we blast, refuse to ass
Quick fast, ready to mash cause of a bugged out
Swallow the pain, the mental terrain
It a hell of a man, nowadays to maintain

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

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

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 or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift your

Uhh, famine, ghetto people demand
That somebody do somethin' soon, and let's
The facts, the violent attacks
Behind the daily gun play the and the crack

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

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

Yo, from the they eyes open 'til the clock strike death
is stressed, walkin' 'round holdin' they chest
They got the government surveyin' they steps and can't
They them projects to smithereens

Money comin' but them days too few and far
You tryin' to taste just what the offering, ya'mean?
I seen to make a grown man scream
Brothers and hungry to get that thing

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

Will you succumb, will your heart numb
Or will you save the world, and use your mind 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, lift your fist
Seem it ain't 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 your
up it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the bullet or the

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

We get it like this
[Incomprehensible] lift fist
Come on my people yo it no justice
Dig it, uh, uh