Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

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

Verse One: Sir

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

Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot

The had a plan for a rescue
They said intelligence never makes
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the
No negotions with a terrorist
But still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The dead but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big money to the that do
The christian militia, they give us big
But the pentagon messed up and acknowledge
Ollie took orders from the one man
But the hit the fan and superiors ran
Democrats tripped, the said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my anthem

Verse Three: Sir

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't
Not ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the with clout
I was mad at the world cause I felt out
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get
I realize I'm a modern day
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys mother with a and a bag
People by, laughin at poverty
I in her face and I soon saw me
educated, but she can't get a job
The dream once again got robbed
vets on the street, that's a shame
Fight for the man, and the man games
Dogged by the hippies, smokin' critics
You blame it on the soldier, but government did it

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

Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, uncut P-Funk
Headin over borders in a trunk
over dope, but the dog can't sniff it
Remember that lady that was broke, she's
with a key, clocked 17 G's
Then got another shipment, D
Headin for Brumlen, the money was
Rollin in a Porsche, in a sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you
The people 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, it's em at random
And I'm ashamed of my national

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