Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police cars on in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a
The scene seem like in the sixties
They takin' knees like Monica
They beating women like did Whitney
That's why the only blue we is to Nipsey
barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down
Strange fruits still swingin' from the
White folks 'cause they can't leave
Try to life, that's a real quarantine
They take the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers in our esophagus
Face 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his
He came in the night, now we're mourning
Black up to no-knock warrants
But the fascism ain't the only warrin'
Look at the way the patriarchy and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I 'bout to share crop
off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

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

I'm tired of only seein' at the funeral
Tired of my homie's name at the eulogy
I'm tired of suits, man, this ain't suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me
Niggas dyin' and we still buyin'
Nigga, this ain't the for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit what it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, look at they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't a handout
This Wall Street, we done got a
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 cell
The other fourteen, don't care about
I'm in the courtroom my hair out
'Cause I get another year for each one of my
At times, you gotta fight back to get life back
But if you fight back, you might get your jacked
And to fight back, you gotta have the right stack
'Cause Johnny gonna hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Newton, they don't like that
Hell, hell nah, they don't like
First nigga try to hit me with a
I'm for my clip, I ain't goin' out like that

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

Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you that 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! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off)
Say, It's for a change!
I I'm at war
All I ever wanted to do was without fear
(All he wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all tied up (All up)
nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, keeper of the
My heart and the Holy (I hear)
Of the South (I hear)
I assert my memory, rockin' my moccasins (I hear)
They I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (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
soil, got rich from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, still engaged in
Looking for armed men and I'm next
Turing Birmingham a hot plate to feed my youngins
they dug it (dug it, dug it)