Luyện nghe bài hát One Four Love Pt. 2

The is crooked, my man got grabbed up
Had cracks on him worth a bullet
They just it, asked him questions like, "Where's the guns?"
They tried to cheat him to tell where was Un
The God ten deep in a red fifteen
out when they 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, they wanna us
and crush us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no
claim to protect us, they serve and they wreck us
Never respect us, arrest us and stress us

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

[Wise Intelligent (of Righteous Teachers)]
P.I.T. supreno
Mix it down, to Steve Feliciano
that steam and gouge Danno
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, shots in a pro-active unit
7-A, M-J, stop the BS movement, how we do it
Mobilize the people, *niggas* get to it

Mos Def (of Black Star)]
My unite and let's all get down
We got to have one love, 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 have one love, and understandin
One God, one love, one
One aim, one voice, one
My people unite, hop up and do a (echoes)
Keep it y'all, do it right y'all

Yo, forget police brutality, I for a salary
and did time for a I didn't commit
They to beat me in my head, make a brotha submit
Hit me in the face sticks, lockin me down for bein around
remember, never surrender into the beast
The man, peace for
My reality is to fight police brutality

[Crunch Lo (of F.A.M.)]
Mr. got my trapped in a dark corridor
Long hallway, they in with the gunplay
Swing knight sticks, run thicker Bloods and Crips
Harass mad cats and it don't make
Roll around in dark tints, fiendin to match prints
Search me everyday and you still ain't content

[Rock (of Skeltah)]

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

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