Luyện nghe bài hát Lift Your Fist

Yeah Guru, huh, The
Yeah, c'mon y'all uh, lift fist
Uhh, yeah, lift fist 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?
Either way you got to lift your

We get it down this
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 life close to the edge, don't push
But this ain't eighty-three and not the cold crush
It's kids on the street strapped, huffin' 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, ready to mash of a bugged out past
Swallow the pain, follow the terrain
It takes a hell of a man, nowadays to

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

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

We get it like this
To all my people, ball up first
Seem it ain't 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 soon, and let's examine
The facts, behind the violent
Behind the daily gun play the and the crack

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

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 your fist

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

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

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

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

Will you succumb, will your heart grow
Or will you save the world, and use your mind like a
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 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 like
To all my people, ball up your
up it ain't no peace, no justice
How you it, the bullet or the microchip?

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

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