Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

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

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

Police on fire in the streets
Tear gas and the dogs on a
The scene seem somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Lewinsky
They beating women like Bobby did
That's why the only we salute is to Nipsey
barbecue at the precinct
Hanging by the pigtails, down Wendy's
Strange still swingin' from the trees
folks protesting 'cause they can't leave
Try to life, that's a real quarantine
They just take the mask off they can't breathe
But we got officers knees in our
blue 'cause he running out of oxygen
Got his brains blew by one of his
Add you to the list of his
He came in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to no-knock
But the fascism ain't the only army
Look at the way the took and tore him
at the blood, the streets filled with teardrops
I slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
Pissed off, my wrist lock in
I'm with this shits, nigga, 'til the bullshit

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

I'm of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of learnin' my homie's at the eulogy
I'm of wearin' suits, man, this ain't suitable
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops keep me
Niggas and we still buyin' jewelry
Nigga, this ain't the time for the
A of the times, shit ain't what it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, at what they do to me
.223 cocked, I don't a handout
This Street, we done got a bailout
They try to us to believe in the government
But even Barack is president, niggas had to sell rocks
One out of niggas in the cell block
The fourteen, don't nobody care about
I'm in the courtroom my hair 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 might get your life
And just to fight back, you gotta the right stack
Johnny Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Huey Newton, don't like that
Hell, nah, they don't like that
First nigga try to hit me a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I ain't out like that

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

Can you that 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, It's for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you that 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, 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 up (All tied up)
nowhere to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

Spiritual negro, of the cult
My heart and the Ghost (I hear)
Of the long-forgotten (I hear)
First I assert my memory, my moccasins (I hear)
observed I had a cottonmouth, when I spoke (I hear)
I spit fire that was up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)
Listen though, our skin-folk into
That's what I my dome on a swivel for in this, uncivil war
They want me to up and dribble more
Black soil, got from the dirt
Struggle, marriage, still in combat
Looking for real men and I'm next
Turing into a hot plate to feed my youngins
they dug it (dug it, dug it)