Luyện nghe bài hát The Coup

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

Not a riot, it's a
Well the tragic
Man, tragic for

Well, there's in the streets
The have lost control over the people
Criminals are running free jail
And are actually taking property from big businesses
It's full of chaos

That's not chaos, that's
Hmm, okay, is that your
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

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

So happens when a people 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 just say for story's that it's in your town

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

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

Up at the schoolhouse they said, "Mother a hall pass
you teach the truth, check it we ain't going to class
You're lies, we got wise, now we realize
There's no end to road, you disguised the prize
So peep game for mental penetration, our education's liberation

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

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

We give a damn about section eight though
For we really need, we're gonna have to take mo'
The same thing was in the A courts
In Village, across 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 black man has a singing, "Do this, see?"

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

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

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

it
Now the Uzi's were once used to kill each other
Are now used to and protect the brothers
And the sisters 'cause they're packing .45's and
We're down for revolution, not down 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 got money and the millions
'Cause motherfucker, we've got in the billions

So yourself 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 not selling 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