Luyện nghe bài hát The Coup

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

Not a riot, it's a
the tragic 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, that's
Hmm, okay, is that comment?
No, is it

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

'Cause you calmly kept us for far too long
Now you're going up in smoke Cheech and Chong
And the song, "I Ain't The Nigga" is the
Niggers die but Africans revolution

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

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

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

Up at the schoolhouse they said, "Mother fuck a hall
Until you teach the truth, check it we ain't to class
teaching lies, we got wise, now we realize
There's no end to this road, you the prize
So peep game for real mental penetration, our liberation

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

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

We don't a damn about section eight though
For what we really need, we're gonna have to mo'
The same thing was in the A courts
In Village, across the bay in Fillmore

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

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

'Cause an came, that's the reality
There's now a new meaning to police

All we need is
We don't just a fraction
And we've to a conclusion
Revolution is the

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

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

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

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

DJ O, on the cut
Ah yes, K-Mack's on the strings,