Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

VIC MENSA FEAT. MALIK YUSEF & WYATT WADDELL - NO MORE

No more teardrops, no more
No teardrops (Hold on!), no more teardrops
No teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no teardrops
No teardrops, no more teardrops

Police cars on fire in the
Tear gas and the dogs on a
The scene seem like somethin' in the
takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky
They women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the
Hanging by the pigtails, burned Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' the trees
White folks 'cause they can't leave
Try twenty-five to life, that's a real
They just take the mask off they can't breathe
But we got officers in our esophagus
Face blue 'cause he running out of
Got his brains by one of his accomplices
Add you to the of his accomplishments
He came in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to no-knock
But the fascism ain't the only warrin'
Look at the way the patriarchy and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share
off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm with shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

No more teardrops, no more
No more teardrops, no tears
No more teardrops, no teardrops
No more teardrops, no more

I'm tired of only seein' niggas at the
Tired of learnin' my homie's name at the
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this ain't
I'm tired of runnin', but the keep shooting me
Niggas dyin' and we still buyin'
Nigga, this the time for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit what it used to be
I throw a on, look at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't need a
This Street, we done got a bailout
They try to us to believe in the government
But even when Barack is president, had to sell rocks
One out of fifteen niggas in the block
The other fourteen, don't care about
I'm in the courtroom my hair out
'Cause I get another year for one of my dreadlocks
At times, you gotta fight back to get life back
But if you fight back, you might get life jacked
And just to fight back, you have the right stack
'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don't that
Hell, hell nah, they don't like
First try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I goin' out like that

No more teardrops, no teardrops
No teardrops, no more tears
No more teardrops, no teardrops
No more teardrops, no more

Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, It's for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, It's for a change!
I I'm at war
All I ever to do was live without fear
(All he wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all up (All tied up)
nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, of the cult
My heart and the Ghost (I hear)
Of the South (I hear)
First I assert my memory, my moccasins (I hear)
They observed I had a cottonmouth, I spoke (I hear)
I spit fire that was stored up in my bones, I smoke (I hear)
though, our skin-folk into kinfolk
That's what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, war
They want me to shut up and more
Black soil, got from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, engaged in combat
Looking for armed men and I'm next
Turing Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my
Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)