Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

Intro: Mix while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background

Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west
Oliver North community service hours
for weapons to known terrorists
Tawana was raped but two fools said she did it to herself
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this
about it AMERICA!

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living like hell in a of death
Protectors of the wear bullet-proof vests
little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and "Who me?"
in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, at killin
Civil war, but some out
Trapped in a box called the ghetto we
Headin for the 'cause the squares ain't hip
Sell a keys, make the home boys trip
The is a dope man's friend
The governments but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the trial was
A black man's dogged in a all white
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm of my national anthem

Verse Two: Sir

The pentagon had a for a rescue
They said intelligence never miscues
The thirty-first was a day of
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you the rest
No negotions with a terrorist
But still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The dead but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran on
Anti-American, loved by few
We pay big to the ones that do
The christian militia, they us big knowledge
But the pentagon up and wouldn't acknowledge
took orders from the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and ran
Democrats tripped, the committee can em
Now I'm of my national anthem

Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't
Not long ago, was po'
helped out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the world cause I left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get
I realize I'm a day slave
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home boys mother a buggy and a bag
People by, laughin at poverty
I looked in her face and I saw me
educated, but she can't get a job
The american dream once again got
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin'
You blame it on the soldier, but government did it

My anthem
My anthem
You gonna teach me now about the and feedin of politicians

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, uncut P-Funk
Headin over borders in a scent-free
Coffee dope, but the dog can't sniff it
Remember lady that was broke, she's widdit
with a key, clocked 17 G's
Then got another shipment, D
for Brumlen, the money was betta
Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere
Crime, revenge, I'm you this
The people that laugh are the that knows
Her community complained, the police
But where was the community when she was in the
Dope's comin in, it's killin em at
And I'm ashamed of my national

My national
My anthem
My anthem
I'm ashamed of my national