Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

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

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living like hell in a world of
Protectors of the wear bullet-proof vests
little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, em up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by villains
suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some out
Trapped in a box called the we shout
Headin for the strip the squares ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys
The president is a dope friend
The governments strong but the got in
Punish the accused, but the was short
A black man's dogged in a all court
The jury dismissed, says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Two: Sir

The pentagon had a for a rescue
They said intelligence never miscues
The thirty-first was a day of
Colonel Higgins, you know the rest
No negotions a terrorist force
But Iran's 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 give us big
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't
Ollie took 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 anthem

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain slow
Not ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
helped out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the cause I felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, to get paid
I I'm a modern day slave
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys with a buggy and a bag
People by, laughin at poverty
I looked in her face and I saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american once again got robbed
Vietnam on the street, that's a shame
Fight for the man, and the man plays
Dogged by the hippies, smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but your did it

My anthem
My national
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
over borders in a scent-free trunk
Coffee over dope, but the dog sniff it
Remember lady that was broke, she's widdit
Started with a key, 17 G's
got another shipment, pure D
Headin for Brumlen, the money was
Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you
The that laugh are the people that knows
Her community complained, callin the
But where was the when she was in the street
Dope's comin in, killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my anthem

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