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 One:

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

Verse E Roc

In the winter there's a splinter the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and stuck to the grind
Of a sista a hooker gotta sell her behind
makes her brotha 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 Coup pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me to reach for the sky
Now my dream and go from single to hoe
As I realize a million motherfuckers in the cold
No to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Boots

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

E Roc, Boots

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

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Ross and the good ol boys?
*guns
[E] The
[B] You know who they are,
blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Wilson? (Whassup) That 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 motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, up
[E] Yeah, a loaded club for yo' ass

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, about these skinheads?
Ay it out
[E] I stand dem fools
[B] Awright awright, load it up, load it up, awright,

[E] Yeah, got em!
[B] Ay, about these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- DuHarris
[E] Who *gun 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 outta ammo, we gon do?
[E] Let's get the fuck up outta
[B] cool, we out