Luyện nghe bài hát The Jack Back

"In this country a home is his castle.."

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been jacked by the scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue said they had weapons
Just to teach people one lesson
but I ain't goin to school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll your dreams
Plans to overthrow are in limbo
one loco bro chose to dispose of you
and your crew
I ain't a nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
Cause ain't the jungle fool
and I throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
A Nazi and you ain't never SEEN
but you was for a enemy
So you a young brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it no thang
Show you what I learned the gangs
Stack em up deep in a Deuce
range scopes for the whole damn group
Hangin a club called Moonshine
for the right time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi's cut
The Wicked One two shots in his butt
I can't racism with a gat
but is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!

"You ask me the niggers here
been treated bad for a long time.."

[The One]
I've been this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em with a
Nail em to a cross and em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been said that this happen
Skanless jackin
All up in the crib for takin my force
I had to break
The leader had a can
and on my wrote, 'Death to the black man'
Burned a in front of the hideout
Hopin they could get my to die out
I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental
I speak - through the temple
The One is talkin trouble
skulls into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't me
Not enough left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, em out
Bloodshed, em out
one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, to his forehead
I hit em hard and it hit the
I punish and plot with
Now where's the leader at? Gotta get him
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
it a revengeful murderous pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are worth for"

Mix-a-Lot]
They burned a in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I cry, cause I'm HARD!
They jacked black, but this black wants payback
I up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt a 12-gauge pump
hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
There's one - roll the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It ain't til the punk stops breathin;
watch Kinte get even!
It like that when a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda large and the skinheads me
Run up in my house and they tried to me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a stocking cap yanked over my face
is takin rationality's place
Hitler's in the and I'm takin him out
He but the barrel's in his mouth
Before I shoot, he to know if I'm white or black
I yank my - this has been a jack back!

"These were trained activists.."

[The One]
I'm not a but the Ku Klux Klan
and the Nation say I am!
What's behind the out to getcha?
The of Hitler
Now I got a attitude
I'm in a put em in a mood!
Remember the of slavery?
They hung many men from a tree
We to be free real hard
and the black man's freedom not be scarred!
me an African Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And smoke any skinhead racist
with the glock that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
Memories due to the back
Caught the leader of the clan
You know the one with the can
Drilled him a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the left ear, out the eye
Then I took a knife to his
Carved a message in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the of his pack
"This nigga got him a jackback!"