Luyện nghe bài hát One Four Love Pt. 2

The precinct is crooked, my man got up
Had cracks on him about a bullet
They just took it, asked him like, "Where's the guns?"
They to cheat him to tell them where was Un
The God ten deep in a red passenger
Guns out they jumped out, pointed at us
Here comes, what call a procedure
Slammin us a gate, cuffin us before 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 claim to protect us, they serve and they us
Never respect us, us and always stress us

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

[Wise Intelligent (of Righteous Teachers)]
P.I.T. supreno
Mix it down, dedicated to Feliciano
Directored that and gouge Danno
F' the five-oh pronto, 'cause I
First head to take the white and burst
Never did but have to do it
Lies twenty-five, hollow shots in a 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 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

[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 right

Yo, police brutality, I worked for a salary
and did time for a crime I didn't
They tried to beat me in my head, make a submit
Hit me in the face with sticks, me down for bein around
Still remember, never into the beast
The man, for Diallo
My is to fight back 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 Bloods and Crips
Harass mad and it don't make sense
Roll in dark tints, fiendin to match finger prints
Search me down everyday and you still ain't

(of Heltah Skeltah)]

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

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