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

One: Sir Mix-a-Lot

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

Verse Two: Sir

The pentagon had a for a rescue
said intelligence never makes miscues
The thirty-first was a day of
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the
No negotions a terrorist force
But Iran's still buzzin' offa North
The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not
The burning of the flag in goes on
Anti-American, loved by few
We pay big money to the that do
The christian militia, 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 anthem

Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

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

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

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, like P-Funk
Headin borders in a scent-free trunk
Coffee 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 shipment, pure D
for Brumlen, the money was betta
Rollin in a Porsche, in a sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you
The people that laugh are the people that
Her complained, callin the police
But where was the community she was in the street
Dope's comin in, killin em at random
And I'm of my national anthem

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