Luyện nghe bài hát One Four Love Pt. 2

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

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It's like can't trust us, they wanna bust us
and crush us, they sayin f' us, no peace, no just-us
They to protect us, they serve and they wreck us
respect us, arrest us and always stress us

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

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

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

2: Mos Def]
My people unite, hop up and do a
We got to one love, peace 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, forget police brutality, I for a salary
and did time for a crime I commit
They to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit
Hit me in the with sticks, lockin me down for bein around
Still remember, never surrender into the
The man, peace for
My reality is to fight police brutality

Lo (of Othorized F.A.M.)]
Mr. Officer got my in a dark corridor
Long hallway, in luck with the gunplay
Swing knight sticks, run thicker Bloods and Crips
Harass mad cats and it make sense
Roll around in dark tints, to match finger prints
Search me down and you still ain't 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 them is full time cops
Make a hustle stupid, you half *ass* acts
Stack, use your head for than a hat rack,
runnin your life instead of runnin the streets
Runnin your mouth, oh yeah, stop from beasts

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