Luyện nghe bài hát National Anthem

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

Huey B. Newton shot in cold in west 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 dollar stealth bomber fails to fly
And you say I be proud of this song
Think it AMERICA!

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living like in a world of death
Protectors of the people bullet-proof vests
little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, 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 the ghetto we shout
Headin for the strip 'cause the squares hip
a couple keys, make the home boys trip
The president is a man's friend
The governments but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the was short
A black man's dogged in a all court
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my anthem

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

The pentagon had a for a rescue
They said never makes miscues
The was a day of death
Colonel Higgins, you know the rest
No negotions with a terrorist
But still buzzin' offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's but the hearts not gone
The burning of the flag in Iran on
Anti-American, loved by few
We pay big money to the ones do
The christian militia, give us big knowledge
But the pentagon up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie took orders the number one man
But the crap hit the fan and ran
Democrats tripped, the said can em
Now I'm of my national anthem

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my ain't slow
Not ago, Mix-a-Lot was po'
Never helped out by the with clout
I was mad at the world cause I left out
hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I I'm a modern day slave
downtown, the sight was set
I saw my home boys mother with a and a bag
People walk by, laughin at
I in her face and I soon saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american once again got robbed
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a
Fight for the man, and the man plays
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin'
You blame it on the soldier, but government did it

My national
My national
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 in, uncut like P-Funk
over borders in a scent-free trunk
Coffee dope, but the dog can't sniff it
that lady that was broke, she's widdit
Started a key, clocked 17 G's
Then got another shipment, D
Headin for Brumlen, the was betta
in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you
The people that laugh are the people that
Her complained, callin the police
But where was the when she was in the street
Dope's comin in, it's killin em at
And I'm ashamed of my national

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