Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in Oakland
Oliver North receives service hours
for selling weapons to terrorists
Tawana was brutally raped but two said she did it to herself
A six hundred dollar stealth bomber 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
of the people wear bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, him a Uzi
Took to the streets, em up and then "Who me?"
in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at
Civil war, but some out
Trapped in a box called the ghetto we
Headin for the 'cause 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 dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Two: Sir

The pentagon had a for a rescue
They said never makes miscues
The was a day of death
Colonel Higgins, you know the rest
No with a terrorist force
But Iran's still offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran on
Anti-American, loved by few
We pay big money to the that do
The militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and acknowledge
took orders from the number one man
But the hit the fan and superiors ran
tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Three: Sir

Am I a communist? No. But my ain't slow
Not long ago, was po'
Never out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the world cause I left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get
I I'm a modern day slave
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my boys mother with a buggy and a bag
People walk by, laughin at
I in her face and I soon saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american dream once got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, a shame
for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, smokin' critics
You it on the soldier, but your government did it

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

Verse Four: Sir

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, like P-Funk
over borders in a scent-free trunk
Coffee over dope, but the dog can't 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 sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm you this
The that laugh are the people that knows
Her complained, callin the police
But where was the community when she was in the
Dope's in, it's killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my anthem

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