Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

No more teardrops, no teardrops
No more (Hold on!), no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no 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 somethin' in the sixties
They takin' like Monica Lewinsky
They beating women like Bobby did
That's why the blue we salute is to Nipsey
barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, down Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' from the
White folks protesting 'cause they can't
Try twenty-five to life, that's a real
They just take the mask off when can't breathe
But we got officers in our esophagus
Face blue 'cause he running out of
Got his brains blew by one of his
Add you to the of his accomplishments
He forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to warrants
But the fascism ain't the only army
Look at the way the took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share
Pissed off, my wrist in gridlock
I'm with this shits, nigga, the bullshit stop

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

I'm of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of my homie's name at the eulogy
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops keep me
Niggas dyin' and we buyin' 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, look at what do to me
.223 cocked, I don't need a
This Wall Street, we got a bailout
They try to tell us to believe in the
But even 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 my hair out
'Cause I get another for each one of my dreadlocks
At times, you fight back to get your life back
But if you fight back, you get your life jacked
And just to back, you gotta have the right stack
'Cause Johnny Cochran gonna hit you the price tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, don't like that
Hell, hell nah, they like that
nigga try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm for my clip, I ain't goin' out like that

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

Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you that 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 feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, It's 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 tied up (All up)
With to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

negro, keeper of the cult
My heart and the Ghost (I hear)
Of the long-forgotten (I hear)
First I assert my memory, rockin' my (I hear)
They I had a cottonmouth, when 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 I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
want me to shut up and dribble more
Black soil, got rich the dirt
Struggle, marriage, engaged in combat
Looking for real men and I'm next
Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my youngins
Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)