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 land I stand or sit
and not get shit up in my face
A never gets his props
I'm doin at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so pulls my card
I got a in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me of me
There'll be no makin tracks here instead of me
But I disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my expectancy
At any minute I could be in some that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland
My relationship with OPD has like 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 it's I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't
I be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to loose
It's like a noose sets in
Just when I think I'm it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite

Two: E Roc

In the winter a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker sell her behind
Desperation her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets when it's damp and it's cold
So I my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the
I be the picture perfect hustler for the of the pie
But my daddy always taught me to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go single to hoe
As I realize there's a million in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po'
ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Three:

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and
players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in
what little black girls... are made of
But if made of that who made us
and what can we do to us
The oppressor to tame us
a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't us
attempts I'd root for the snipers
My told 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 a sucker punch is what my people got
why I was constantly red, black, and blue

Outro: E Roc,

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

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

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

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, what about 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, what these sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? *gun
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Tom
[E] Who else? *gun
[B] David Dinkins, ay, em up
[E] Yeah be 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