Luyện nghe bài hát Not Yet Free

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

Verse Boots

In this land I can't or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my
A brotha gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the of waste
And I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me me ahead of me
There'll be no makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just the news says 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 sellout strut or probably task
My relationship OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even
So I ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but my mind won't dwell
I must be cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is tighter
I'm like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation in
Just when I think I'm free it to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite

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 a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and cold
So I spend my time thinking the ultimate gank
Can I get my together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture 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 million in the cold
No need to be told, cause you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Boots

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dealers 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 stay in
what little black girls... are made of
But if we're of that who made us
and can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to us
a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was in diapers
It was evident the President didn't us
Assassination attempts I'd for the snipers
My teacher me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a was
And a and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my got
That's why I was red, black, and blue

Outro: E Roc,

[E] Boots, Boots, Boots, you wanna throw shots out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done my lyrics yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle we not yet free
[E] Hey we gonna throw some shots out
*guns are
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna some shots out to?
[E] Uhh whassup that uhh Bill Clinton and Al Gore?
[B] Aight, they the new up in the White House and everything
Let's 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
cocked*
[E]

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

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

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