Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police on fire in the streets
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
That's why the only blue we is to Nipsey
Juneteenth at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, burned Wendy's
Strange fruits still swingin' the trees
folks protesting 'cause they can't leave
Try twenty-five to life, that's a quarantine
They take the mask off when they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our
Face blue 'cause he running out of
Got his brains blew by one of his
Add you to the of his accomplishments
He came forward in the night, now mourning
Black fist up to no-knock
But the fascism ain't the only army
Look at the way the patriarchy 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 with shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit stop

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

I'm of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of learnin' my homie's name at the
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the keep shooting me
dyin' and we still buyin' jewelry
Nigga, this ain't the for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, look at they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't a handout
This Street, we done got a bailout
try to tell us to believe in the government
But even when is president, niggas had to sell rocks
One out of fifteen niggas in the block
The other fourteen, don't nobody 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 your life
But if you fight back, you get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta the right stack
'Cause Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, they don't like
Hell, hell nah, don't like that
First try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm for my clip, I ain't goin' out like that

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

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 pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, time for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, '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 live without
(All he wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all up (All tied up)
With to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, keeper of the
My and the Holy Ghost (I hear)
Of the South (I hear)
First I assert my memory, 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)
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
Black soil, got rich from the
Struggle, marriage, still in combat
Looking for real men and I'm next
Turing Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my
Indeed dug it (dug it, dug it)