Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

cars on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the on a leash
The scene seem somethin' in the sixties
They knees like Monica Lewinsky
They beating women Bobby did Whitney
why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth at the precinct
by the pigtails, burned down Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' the trees
White folks protesting 'cause they can't
Try twenty-five to life, that's a quarantine
just take the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our
Face blue 'cause he out of oxygen
Got his brains blew by one of his
Add you to the list of his
He forward in the night, now we're mourning
fist up to no-knock warrants
But the ain't the only army warrin'
Look at the way the patriarchy and tore him
Look at the blood, the filled with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to crop
off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

No more teardrops, no more
No teardrops, no more 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 at the eulogy
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this ain't
I'm of runnin', but the cops keep shooting me
Niggas dyin' and we still buyin'
Nigga, this ain't the for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't what it to be
I throw a on, look at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I need a handout
Wall 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 for each one of my dreadlocks
At times, you gotta fight back to get your back
But if you fight back, you get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta the right stack
'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, don't like that
Hell, hell nah, they like that
First nigga try to hit me with a
I'm going for my clip, I goin' out like that

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

Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off)
Say, It's for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, time 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, keeper of the
My and the Holy Ghost (I hear)
Of the long-forgotten (I hear)
First I my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear)
They observed I had a cottonmouth, when I (I hear)
I fire that was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)
Listen though, our skin-folk kinfolk
what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
They want me to shut up and more
Black soil, got rich from the
Struggle, marriage, engaged in combat
for real armed men and I'm next
Turing into a hot plate to feed my youngins
they dug it (dug it, dug it)