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 never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the of waste
And everyday I a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin 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 that kills my ass
From motherfuckers the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been one big diss
Long arm of the law, my dick so tight it's hard to even 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 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, to bust loose
like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I I'm free 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 economy

Two: E Roc

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

Verse Three:

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope and pimps
players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are of
Sluts, hoes, and the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches 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 tries to tame us
a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the didn't like us
Assassination I'd root for the snipers
My teacher me that I didn't know what 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
why I was constantly red, black, and blue

Outro: E Roc,

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

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, about Ross Perot and the good ol boys?
cocked*
[E] The
[B] You know who are, awright
blam, blam*
[B] Ay what about Wilson? (Whassup) That Pete Wilson motherfucker
[E] whassup wit him?
[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, here's a club for yo' ass

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

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