Luyện nghe bài hát One Four Love Pt. 2

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

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

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

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

[Chorus: Mos Def (of Star)]
My people unite and let's all get
We got to have one love, 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 people unite, hop up and do a (echoes)
Keep it tight y'all, do it right

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

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

[Rock (of Skeltah)]

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

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