Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

sample -- "Blacks are too fuckin to be republicans", Ice Cube
(cut and by DJ Pam the Funkstress)

One: Boots

In this land I can't or sit
and not get thrown up in my face
A brotha never his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of
And I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me of me
There'll be no feet tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to piss
So I ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me because I live in sin
So I grin, but my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust
It's like a asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite

Verse E Roc

In the winter there's a with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I is the pain
Of a who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and cold
So I spend my time thinking the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together a move on the bank?
I be the picture hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to for the sky
Now my and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million in the cold
No need to be told, when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Three:

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and
That's what little black boys... are of
Sluts, hoes, and the naps around your beck
Broads pop coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are of
But if we're made of who made us
and what can we do to us
The oppressor tries to us
here's a for his anus!
Well since the days I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the didn't like us
attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't what right was
she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and

Outro: E Roc,

[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw shots out?
[B] Ay man I done with my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but ain't this a
[B] Naw, this is not yet cause we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw shots out anyway
*guns are
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna throw shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new up in the White House and everything
Let's throw shots out
[E]
*blam, blam
[B] Awright, what about He on the way out and everything
but I think we need a for his ass
*gun
[E]

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Perot and the good ol boys?
cocked*
[E] The
[B] You know who are, awright
*blam blam,
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] Yeah whassup wit
[B]

[E] Got him!
[B] Awright, ay, the L.A.P.D., cocking repeatedly throughout*
The O.P.D., The P.D., Detroit P.D., ay
[E] Ay fuck it, fuck it, the whole, the whole P.D.
[B] Awright, up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded for yo' ass

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about skinheads?
Ay it out
[E] I can't stand dem
[B] awright, load it up, load it up, awright, cool

[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, what these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- DuHarris
[E] Who *gun cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who *gun cocks*
[B] Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] be true to the game
*blam blam blam*
[B] Ay, we outta ammo, we gon do?
[E] get the fuck up outta here
[B] cool, we out