Luyện nghe bài hát One Four Love Pt. 2

The is crooked, my man got grabbed up
Had cracks on him worth about a
just took it, asked him questions like, "Where's the guns?"
They tried to him to tell them where was Un
The God ten deep in a red fifteen
Guns out when jumped out, pointed at us
Here comes, what they call a
Slammin us against a gate, cuffin us before beat us

Live]
It's like they can't trust us, wanna bust us
and us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no just-us
They claim to protect us, serve and they wreck us
Never respect us, arrest us and always us

To see the Devil die is my of to live up
Self-determinance is the must, I practice G jog-a-leos
Free your mind and yo is sure to follow
and free will come to lock it down, look out for tips thats

[Wise Intelligent (of Righteous Teachers)]
It's P.I.T.
Mix it down, to Steve Feliciano
Directored that and gouge Danno
F' the pronto, 'cause I know
First to take the white and burst lead
Never did but might to do it
Lies twenty-five, shots in a pro-active unit
7-A, M-J, the BS movement, that's how we do it
Mobilize the people, *niggas* get to it

Mos Def (of Black Star)]
My people and let's all get down
We got to one love, peace and understandin
One God, one love, one
One aim, one voice, one

[Chorus 2: Mos
My people unite, hop up and do a
We got to have one love, and understandin
One God, one love, one
One aim, one voice, one
My unite, hop up and do a right (echoes)
it tight y'all, do it right y'all

Yo, police brutality, I worked for a salary
and did time for a crime I didn't
tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit
Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin me down for around
Still remember, never surrender into the
The man, for Diallo
My is to fight back police brutality

[Crunch Lo (of F.A.M.)]
Mr. Officer got my trapped in a corridor
Long hallway, they in with the gunplay
Swing knight sticks, run thicker than Bloods and
Harass mad cats and it make sense
Roll in dark tints, fiendin to match finger prints
Search me down everyday and you still content

[Rock (of Skeltah)]

Calm your down, bop your heads too high
Let 'em know Rock, stop why you keep gettin knocked
'cause you a part time dealer, prob'ly a time pops
Not a part time killer, but dudes is full time cops
a hustle stupid, you half *ass* black acts
Stack, use your for than a hat rack, Jack
Start runnin your life of runnin the streets
Runnin your mouth, oh yeah, stop runnin from

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