Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a
The scene like somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Monica
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' from the
White folks protesting they can't leave
Try to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the mask off when they breathe
But we got officers in our esophagus
Face blue he running out of oxygen
Got his brains by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his
He came forward in the night, now mourning
Black up to no-knock warrants
But the fascism the only army warrin'
at the way the patriarchy took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled teardrops
I ain't for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
Pissed off, my wrist in gridlock
I'm with this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit

No teardrops, no more teardrops
No teardrops, no more tears
No more teardrops, no teardrops
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 of wearin' suits, man, this ain't suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the keep shooting me
dyin' and we still buyin' jewelry
Nigga, this ain't the time for the
A sign of the times, shit ain't what it to be
I a hoodie on, look at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I need a handout
This Street, we done got a bailout
try to tell us to believe in the government
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 pullin' my out
'Cause I get another year for each one of my
At times, you gotta back to get your life back
But if you fight back, you get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta have the right
'Cause Johnny gonna hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don't that
Hell, nah, they don't like that
nigga try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I goin' out like that

No teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no more
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 (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake '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, shake 'em, 'em off)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, time for a change!
I I'm at war
All I wanted to do was live without fear
(All he wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all tied up (All up)
With 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 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)
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 dribble
Black soil, got rich from the
Struggle, marriage, engaged in combat
Looking for armed men and I'm next
Turing Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my
they dug it (dug it, dug it)