Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police cars on fire in the
Tear gas and the on a leash
The seem like somethin' in the sixties
They knees like Monica Lewinsky
They women like Bobby did Whitney
why the only blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the
Hanging by the pigtails, burned Wendy's
Strange fruits still from the trees
White folks protesting 'cause they can't
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 'cause 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 we're
Black fist up to warrants
But the fascism ain't the only warrin'
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 to share crop
Pissed off, my lock in gridlock
I'm this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

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

I'm tired of only niggas 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 keep me
Niggas dyin' and we buyin' jewelry
Nigga, this the time for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, ain't 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 in the government
But even when Barack is president, niggas had to rocks
One out of fifteen in the cell block
The fourteen, don't nobody care about
I'm in the pullin' my hair out
I get another year for each one of my dreadlocks
At times, you gotta fight back to get life back
But if you fight back, you get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta the right stack
Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don't like
Hell, hell nah, they don't 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 more teardrops, no teardrops
No more teardrops, no more

Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, '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 feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, '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 without fear
(All he wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all tied up (All up)
nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, of the cult
My and the Holy Ghost (I hear)
Of the long-forgotten (I hear)
First I assert my memory, 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)
Listen though, our skin-folk into
That's what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, war
want me to shut up and dribble more
Black soil, got rich from the
Struggle, marriage, still engaged in
Looking for real men and I'm next
Turing Birmingham into a hot to feed my youngins
Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)