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
North receives community service hours
for selling weapons to terrorists
was brutally raped but two fools said she did it to herself
A six million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of song
Think it AMERICA!

One: Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living hell in a world of death
Protectors of the people bullet-proof vests
Your little nephew, him a Uzi
to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican
Pinstripe suits, at killin
Civil war, but some out
Trapped in a box called the ghetto we
Headin for the 'cause the squares ain't hip
a couple keys, make the home boys trip
The is a dope man's friend
The strong but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the trial was
A black man's dogged in a all court
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot

The had a plan for a rescue
They said never makes miscues
The thirty-first was a day of
Colonel Higgins, you know 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, 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
Democrats tripped, the committee can em
Now I'm of my national anthem

Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a No. But my brain ain't slow
Not long ago, was po'
Never helped out by the ones with
I was mad at the world I felt left out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get
I I'm a modern day slave
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home mother with a buggy 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 once got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
Fight for the man, and the man games
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin'
You blame it on the soldier, but government did it

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

Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot

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

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