Luyện nghe bài hát One Four Love Pt. 2

The precinct is crooked, my man got up
Had on him worth about a bullet
They just 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 passenger
Guns out when they jumped out, at us
Here comes, what they call a
Slammin us against a gate, cuffin us before beat us

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It's like they can't trust us, they bust us
and crush us, they sayin f' us, there's no peace, no
They claim to protect us, they serve and 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 mind and yo *bitch* is sure to follow
and free will come to lock it down, out for tips thats hollow

[Wise Intelligent (of Poor Teachers)]
P.I.T. supreno
Mix it down, to Steve Feliciano
Directored that and gouge Danno
F' the five-oh pronto, 'cause I
First head to take the white and 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 all get down
We got to have one love, and understandin
One God, one love, one
One aim, one voice, one

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

Yo, forget police brutality, I worked for a
and did time for a crime I commit
They tried to beat me in my head, make a brotha
Hit me in the face with sticks, lockin me for bein around
Still remember, surrender into the beast
The man, for Diallo
My reality is to fight police brutality

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

(of Heltah Skeltah)]

Calm your nerves down, bop your heads too
Let 'em know Rock, stop why you keep gettin knocked
'cause you a part dealer, prob'ly a part time pops
Not a part time killer, but them is full time cops
Make a hustle stupid, you half 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 from beasts

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