Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

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

Verse One: Sir

I'm like hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof
Your nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and "Who me?"
Locked in a by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, at killin
war, but some want out
Trapped in a box called the we shout
Headin for the strip 'cause the ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the boys trip
The president is a man's friend
The governments strong but the got in
Punish the accused, but the was short
A black dogged in a all white court
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my anthem

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

The pentagon had a plan for a
They said never makes miscues
The thirty-first was a day of
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you the rest
No with a terrorist force
But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver
The Ayatollah's but the hearts not gone
The of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big money to the ones do
The christian militia, give us big knowledge
But the messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
took orders from the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and ran
tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain slow
Not long ago, was po'
Never helped out by the ones clout
I was mad at the world I felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get
I realize I'm a modern day
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, at poverty
I looked in her and I soon saw me
educated, but she can't get a job
The american dream once got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, a shame
Fight for the man, and the man games
by the hippies, dope smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your did it

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

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, uncut like
Headin over borders in a trunk
Coffee dope, but the dog can't sniff it
Remember that lady that was broke, she's
Started a key, clocked 17 G's
Then got shipment, pure D
for Brumlen, the money was betta
Rollin in a Porsche, in a sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you
The people that laugh are the people knows
Her community complained, the police
But where was the community she was in the street
Dope's in, it's killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my national

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