Luyện nghe bài hát The Coup

Yes, I would like to speak to Boots from the rap The Coop
It's The Coup and this is Boots,
Well, my name is Dick Doolittle and I'm a reporter Grime magazine
And we like to comment on the tragic riots

Not a riot, a rebellion
Well the rebellion?
Man, for who?

Well, havoc in the streets
The police have control over the people
Criminals are running free jail
And people are actually taking property from big
full of complete chaos

That's not chaos, progress
Hmm, okay, is that comment?
No, is it

Check it out, it's the C O U to the P now
fucking with the real dudes
Who meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
Getting drunk off liberation fuck the

'Cause you kept us down for far too long
Now you're going up in smoke Cheech and Chong
And the song, "I The Nigga" is the Constitution
Niggers die but Africans revolution

So what happens when a do not get their dues
Well, it's tried, there's a so flip on the news
And go reach the 98th here in Oaktown
But let's just say for story's that it's in your town

A hundred brothers taking factories, Warren's law is
And now they're handing out free chicken and free butter
Free to the people, how it should be
But now let's go a few blocks to 7-3

Channel 2 says at the mall, twelve got shot
there's eight hundred sisters taking over Eastmont
With nines and AK's the right think like Spike Lee
And now their babies got free Pampers and free

Up at the schoolhouse they said, "Mother fuck a pass
Until you teach the truth, check it we going to class
You're lies, we got wise, now we realize
There's no end to road, you disguised the prize
So peep for real mental penetration, our education's liberation

ain't gon' never be the same
Things ain't never be the same

At 6-9 there's a and it's swinging
Through the crowd a thousand voices singing
upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over and now we running the

We don't give a damn section eight though
For what we really need, we're have to take mo'
The thing was heard in the A courts
In Kendall Village, the bay in Fillmore

And in the hills all the rich folks live
in shock, we're not failing to vote and build
Instead of brothers on singing, "Do me"
A man has a gauge singing, "Do this, see?"

All of a sudden everybody is out of
But it's funny no one is out on bail
And somebody shoved some police the wall
I guess today, they should've their clean drawers

'Cause an ambulance came, the reality
now a new meaning to police brutality

All we need is
We want just a fraction
And come to a conclusion
is the solution

it
Now the Uzi's that were once used to each other
Are now used to serve and protect the
And the sisters 'cause packing .45's and nines
We're down for revolution, not just for their behinds

'Cause the word is heard the bay and in L.A.
In New York, NY, and Atlanta, G-A
We gives a fuck if you've got and the millions
'Cause motherfucker, we've got in the billions

So yourself Bush, it's collection day
Break yourself Trump, it's day
Break yourself DuPont, it's day
You stole the shit from my great anyway

The liquor stores around but they're not beer or ale
selling Molotov cocktails
To the crew, so up a brew
And is what is meant by a goddamn coup

DJ O, on the cut
Ah yes, on the strings, y'all