Luyện nghe bài hát Lift Your Fist

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

To all my people, just your fist
Seem like it no peace, no justice
How you want it, the or the microchip?
way you got to lift 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,
We livin' life close to the edge, don't
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, all plush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To all my people, just your fist
Seem 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 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 time they eyes open 'til the strike death
Brothers is stressed, walkin' 'round they chest
They got the government surveyin' they and can't breathe
dynamitin' them projects to smithereens

Money but them days too few and far between
You tryin' to just what the world's offering, ya'mean?
I seen enough to make a grown man
thirsty and hungry 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 and pimps

Will you succumb, will your heart grow
Or will you save the world, and use mind like a gun?
I'm the one I turn a stick-up kid to a
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 like
To all my people, ball up first
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 want it there's no peace, no
From the bullet or even the microchip?
Either way you got to your fist

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