Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

cars on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a
The seem like somethin' in the sixties
They knees like Monica Lewinsky
They women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to
barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, down Wendy's
Strange fruits swingin' from the trees
White folks protesting they can't leave
Try to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the off when 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 warrants
But the fascism ain't the army warrin'
Look at the way the patriarchy and tore him
at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I 'bout to share crop
Pissed off, my 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 more
No more teardrops, no more

I'm tired of seein' niggas at the funeral
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 and we still buyin' jewelry
Nigga, ain't the time for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit what it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't need a
This Street, we done got a bailout
They try to tell us to believe in the
But when Barack is president, niggas had to sell rocks
One out of fifteen niggas in the cell
The other fourteen, don't nobody about
I'm in the courtroom pullin' my out
I get another year for each one of my dreadlocks
At times, you gotta back to get your life back
But if you back, you might get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta have the right
'Cause Johnny Cochran hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don't like
Hell, hell nah, they like that
First nigga try to hit me a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I ain't goin' out that

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

Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake '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 pain? (Shake 'em, shake '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 wanted to do was live without
(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 my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear)
They observed I had a cottonmouth, I spoke (I hear)
I spit fire was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)
though, our skin-folk into kinfolk
That's what I kept my on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
They want me to shut up and dribble
Black soil, got from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, still engaged in
Looking for real armed men and I'm
Turing into a hot plate to feed my youngins
Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)