Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland
Oliver North receives community service
for selling weapons to known
Tawana was brutally raped but two said she did it to herself
A six hundred million stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I be proud of this song
about it AMERICA!

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

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

Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot

The pentagon had a for a rescue
They said intelligence never miscues
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you the rest
No with a terrorist force
But Iran's still buzzin' offa North
The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not
The burning of the flag in Iran on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big to the ones that do
The militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie orders from the number one man
But the hit the fan and superiors ran
Democrats tripped, the said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my anthem

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my ain't slow
Not long ago, was po'
Never helped out by the ones with
I was mad at the world cause I felt out
hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I realize I'm a day slave
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys mother with a and a bag
People walk by, laughin at
I looked in her face and I saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american dream again got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, a shame
for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope critics
You blame it on the soldier, but government did it

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

Verse Four: Sir

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

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