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 thrown up in my face
A brotha never his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of
And everyday I pulls a so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I lookin hard
I'm lookin me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin here instead of me
But I can't disregard what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so reached my life expectancy
At any minute I be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland
My with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to piss
So I forgot ain't got a pot to do it in
Up at the church tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind dwell
I must be trippin I thought I was livin in hell
is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm like a fighter, just to bust loose
like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of made of greed made of me
Of I have become in a parasite economy

Two: E Roc

In the winter a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the
Of a brotha who's a and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista a hooker gotta sell her behind
makes her brotha get a little more bold
The gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the 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 and aspirations 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
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and
But it's illegal, to how they livin fat
(One two three) get a gat

Verse Three:

yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dealers and pimps
players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your
pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
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
here's a for his anus!
Well the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd 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 out?
[B] Ay man I ain't done with my yet, that's not cool
[E] Ay, but this a freestyle?
[B] Naw, this is not yet freestyle cause we not yet
[E] Hey we gonna throw some out anyway
*guns are
[B] Awright fuckit, who y'all wanna 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
throw some shots out
[E]
*blam, blam*
[B] Awright, what about 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 Ross Perot and the good ol
*guns
[E] The
[B] You know who they are,
*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., *guns cocking repeatedly
The O.P.D., The Richmond P.D., P.D., ay
[E] Ay it, fuck it, the whole, the whole motherfuckin P.D.
[B] Awright, up
[E] Yeah, here's a loaded for yo' ass

[B] Awright, -- ay, what about these skinheads?
Ay it out
[E] I can't stand dem
[B] Awright awright, load it up, it up, awright, cool

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