Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

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

Verse Boots

In this I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my
A brotha gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice hard
I'm behind me beside me ahead of me
be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the strut or probably 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 forgot ain't got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was in hell
Capitalism is a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation in
when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a economy

Two: E Roc

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

Verse Three:

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

Outro: E Roc,

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

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
*guns
[E] The
[B] You who they are, awright
blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Pete Wilson? (Whassup) That 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 club for yo' ass

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about these
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] *gun cocks*
[B] You know these motherfuckers -- Ellay DuHarris
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who else? *gun
[B] Dinkins, ay, line em up
[E] be true to the game
*blam blam blam*
[B] Ay, we ammo, what we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up here
[B] cool, we out