Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police on fire in the streets
gas and the dogs on a leash
The scene seem like somethin' in the
takin' knees like Monica Lewinsky
They beating women Bobby did Whitney
That's why the only blue we is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the
by the pigtails, burned down Wendy's
Strange fruits swingin' from the trees
White folks protesting they can't leave
Try twenty-five to life, a real quarantine
They just the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our
blue 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his brains by one of his accomplices
Add you to the of his accomplishments
He forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to no-knock
But the fascism ain't the only warrin'
Look at the way the took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets with teardrops
I slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
Pissed off, my wrist in gridlock
I'm with shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

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

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 and we still buyin' jewelry
Nigga, this ain't the for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't what it to be
I throw a hoodie on, at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I need a handout
This Wall Street, we done got a
try to tell us to believe in the government
But even when is president, niggas had to sell rocks
One out of niggas in the cell block
The other fourteen, don't care about
I'm in the courtroom pullin' my out
'Cause I get another for each one of my dreadlocks
At times, you gotta fight 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, they like that
Hell, nah, they don't like that
First nigga try to hit me with a
I'm going for my clip, I goin' out like that

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

Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, It's for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, '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 ever wanted to do was live without
(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 heart and the Ghost (I hear)
Of the South (I hear)
First I my memory, rockin' my moccasins (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 my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
They me to shut up and dribble more
Black soil, got from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, engaged in combat
for real armed men and I'm next
Turing into a hot plate to feed my youngins
they dug it (dug it, dug it)