Luyện nghe bài hát Lift Your Fist

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

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

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

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

Indeed, we blast, refuse to ass
Quick fast, ready to mash 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 the agony, of dreams that were shattered
And they love it, when we out and kill our own
But the responsibility, yes, is still our own

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

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

Uhh, famine, ghetto people demand
That somebody do somethin' soon, and examine
The facts, behind the violent
the daily gun play the cocaine 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 lift your
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, up your first
like it ain't no peace, no justice
How you want it, the or the microchip?
Either way you got to lift fist

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

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

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

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

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

We get it down this
To all my people, ball up first
Word up it no peace, no justice
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?

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

We get it down like
[Incomprehensible] lift fist
on my people yo it ain't no justice
Dig it, uh, uh