Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police cars on in the streets
gas and the dogs on a leash
The scene seem somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Lewinsky
They beating women like did Whitney
That's why the blue we salute is to Nipsey
barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned Wendy's
fruits still swingin' from the trees
White folks 'cause they can't leave
Try to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the mask off they can't breathe
But we got knees in our esophagus
blue 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now we're
Black fist up to no-knock
But the fascism ain't the only army
at the way the patriarchy took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled with
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to crop
Pissed off, my lock in gridlock
I'm with this shits, nigga, the bullshit stop

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

I'm of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of learnin' my homie's at the eulogy
I'm of wearin' suits, man, this ain't suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me
Niggas dyin' and we still jewelry
Nigga, this the time for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't a handout
This Wall Street, we got a bailout
try to tell us to believe in the government
But even when is president, niggas had to sell rocks
One out of fifteen in the cell block
The other fourteen, don't nobody about
I'm in the courtroom pullin' my out
'Cause I get another year for one of my dreadlocks
At times, you gotta fight back to get your life
But if you back, you might get your life jacked
And to fight back, you gotta have the right stack
'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the tag
X, Huey Newton, they don't like that
Hell, nah, they don't like that
nigga try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I ain't goin' out like

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

Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, time for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, '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)
With to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

negro, keeper 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 I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (I hear)
I spit that was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)
though, our skin-folk into kinfolk
That's I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
They me to shut up and dribble more
Black soil, got from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, still in combat
Looking for real armed men and I'm
Turing Birmingham into a hot to feed my youngins
they dug it (dug it, dug it)