Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a
The scene seem like in the sixties
They takin' knees Monica Lewinsky
beating women like Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we salute is to
Juneteenth at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down
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 knees in our
Face blue 'cause he out of oxygen
Got his blew by one of his accomplices
Add you to the list of his
He forward in the night, now we're mourning
fist up to no-knock warrants
But the fascism ain't the only army
Look at the way the patriarchy took and him
Look at the blood, the filled with teardrops
I ain't slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to crop
off, my wrist lock 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 teardrops, no more tears

I'm tired of only seein' niggas at the
Tired of learnin' my homie's at the eulogy
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, ain't suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me
Niggas dyin' and we still jewelry
Nigga, ain't the time for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't it used to be
I a hoodie on, look at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't need a
This Wall Street, we done got a
They try to tell us to in the government
But even when Barack is president, had to sell rocks
One out of niggas 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 to get your life back
But if you fight back, you might get your 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, 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 that

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

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 that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, It's 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 up (All tied 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)
First I assert my memory, rockin' my (I hear)
They observed I had a cottonmouth, when I (I hear)
I spit fire that was up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)
though, our skin-folk into kinfolk
That's what I kept my 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 men and I'm next
Turing Birmingham into a hot to feed my youngins
they dug it (dug it, dug it)