Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

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

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living like in a world of death
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
Pinstripe suits, at killin
war, but some want out
Trapped in a box called the we shout
Headin for the strip 'cause the squares hip
Sell a couple keys, make the boys trip
The president is a dope friend
The governments strong but the got in
Punish the accused, but the trial was
A man's dogged in a all white court
The jury dismissed, says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

The had a plan for a rescue
They said intelligence makes miscues
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you the rest
No negotions with a terrorist
But Iran's still buzzin' offa North
The dead but the hearts not gone
The of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big to the ones that do
The christian militia, they give us big
But the messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie took orders the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and ran
tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm of my national anthem

Verse Three: Sir

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't
Not long ago, was po'
Never helped out by the ones clout
I was mad at the world cause I felt 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 with a and a bag
People walk by, at poverty
I looked in her face and I saw me
educated, but she can't get a job
The american dream again got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
for the man, and the man plays games
Dogged by the hippies, dope critics
You it on the soldier, but your government did it

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

Verse Four: Sir

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, uncut P-Funk
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 people that laugh are the people knows
Her community complained, the police
But where was the community she was in the street
Dope's comin in, killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my anthem

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