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 I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my
A brotha never gets his
I'm doin at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice hard
I'm lookin me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my expectancy
At any minute I be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big
arm of the law, grips 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 it's because I 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 struggling like a fighter, just to loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation 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 I have become in a parasite economy

Two: E Roc

In the winter there's a with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the
Of a brotha who's a hustler and stuck to the grind
Of a sista a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when damp and it's cold
So I spend my thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a 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 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 Three:

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and
players, rap stars, and simps
That's little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in
That's what little 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
a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in
It was evident the President didn't us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the
My teacher told me that I know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I what a right was
And a and an uppercut, too
I had a a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and

E Roc, Boots

[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna some shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't with 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] fuckit, who y'all wanna throw some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup with that uhh Bill Clinton and Al
[B] Aight, they the new up in the White House and everything
throw some shots out
[E]
*blam, blam
[B] Awright, about Bush? He on the way out and everything
but I think we a goodbye for his ass
*gun
[E]

[E] See-ya!
[B] Awright, what about Perot and the good ol boys?
*guns
[E] The
[B] You know who are, awright
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., *guns cocking repeatedly
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 loaded for yo' ass

[B] Awright, cool -- ay, about these 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 about sellout motherfuckers!
[E] Who? cocks*
[B] You know these sellout motherfuckers -- Ellay
[E] Who else? *gun
[B] Tom
[E] Who else? cocks*
[B] Dinkins, ay, line 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 here
[B] cool, we out