Luyện nghe bài hát Riot

Luke on the beat!
You ever seen a hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but niggas like the task
on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
Niggas ask for peace in a and bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' silent
What's the in sayin' fuck it and grab the pump?
Then kill a with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the you wreckin', nigga I reckon
Think about the who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a
But yo, you'd rather me say, "Fuck black prejudice!"
"Let's murder races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!"
Views and etcetera, thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold,
I won't dare say that you stop the fuckin' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' shit, I'd enjoy the of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, 'em
Auction 'em, you bark at 'em
Murder 'em, heard of 'em
I could preach the but say "fuck it" and preach the murder
'Cause this ain't fuckin' that we livin'
Go ahead and the extension
another one: uncle, cousin, brother, son
Glory to all the chosen ones that rid you of the innocence
But in a sense, innocent will soon the ignorance
Blasphemous, our own, murderin' black—

We see, I see, before the children
White guys and white girls from the buildings