Luyện nghe bài hát The Jack Back

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

[Sir
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I
Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one
to make you tapdance with a
On Donahue they said had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't to your school of fools
so here, and look at my tools!
You can meet and greet the Glock 19 in nostrils
I'll splatter dreams
to overthrow are left in limbo
cause one loco bro chose to of you
and your skinhead
I ain't a house with a twenty-two
I dump a slug in your windpipe
Try to breathe {*choking*} the hype
Cause this ain't the jungle
and I throw SPEARS, and I ain't leavin here!
A and you ain't never SEEN Germany
but you was for a enemy
So you a young brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma back, like it ain't no thang
Show you what I from the gangs
Stack em up deep in a Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole group
Hangin a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, walkin in the blue cut
The Wicked One dropped two in his butt
I solve racism with a gat
but this is where my at - get em with a jack back!

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

[The One]
I've sayin this, I gotta fix em
I fix em with a crucifixion
Nail em to a and burn em
BURN EM BURN EM EM!
It's been said that this happen
skinheads jackin
All up in the crib for takin my force
I had to break
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black
Burned a in front of the hideout
Hopin could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, and mental
I speak - through the temple
The Wicked One is talkin
Blastin skulls pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, can't stop me
Not body 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 and it hit the spot
I punish and plot with
Now where's the at? Gotta get him back
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
it the jack back!

"Some are worth killing for"

[Sir
They a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I cry, cause I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this black wants
I rack up stats!
Now I'm on the hunt a 12-gauge pump
Massive in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
There's one - roll down the
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It done til the punk stops breathin;
watch Kunta get even!
It goes like that a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
kinda large and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and tried to take me
Now I got the to his dome
A Desert Eagle, in chrome
I got a black cap yanked over my face
is takin rationality's place
Hitler's in the house and I'm him out
He shouts but the in his mouth
Before I shoot, he to know if I'm white or black
I my mask - this has been a jack back!

"These boys trained activists.."

[The One]
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux
and the Nation say I am!
What's behind the out to getcha?
The of Hitler
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
the days of slavery?
They hung many men from a tree
We fought to be free hard
and the black man's freedom not be scarred!
Callin me an Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll any skinhead racist
the black glock that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be packed in body
Memories due to the back
Caught the leader of the skinhead
You know the one the spraypaint can
Drilled him with a crowbar DIE!
In the left ear, out the eye
Then I a knife to his chest
a wicked message in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the rest of his
"This got him with a jackback!"