Luyện nghe bài hát The Jack Back

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

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm one
to make you tapdance with a
On Donahue they said they had
Just to black people one lesson
but I ain't goin to school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter your
Plans to are left in limbo
cause one bro chose to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I a house nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in windpipe
Try to {*choking*} believe the hype
this 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 lookin for a
So you found a young brother cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma back, like it ain't no thang
Show you what I learned the gangs
Stack em up in a six-nine Deuce
Long range for the whole damn group
Hangin outside a club Moonshine
for the right time..
There he is, walkin in the blue cut
The Wicked One two shots in his butt
I solve racism with a gat
but is where my head's at - get em with a jack back!

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

[The Wicked
I've been sayin this, I fix em
I fix em with a crucifixion
Nail em to a and burn em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been said that this would
Skanless skinheads
All up in the crib for takin my force
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the man'
a cross in front of the hideout
Hopin they get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, physical and
I speak slowly - the temple
The One is talkin trouble
skulls into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they stop me
Not enough body left to get an
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 leader at? get him back
Gotta get the gat, get the axe
Call it a murderous pact..
it the jack back!

"Some things are killing for"

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

"These were trained activists.."

Wicked One]
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klux
and the Aryan say I am!
What's behind the out to getcha?
The reincarnation of
Now I got a murderous
I'm in a put em in a mood!
the days of slavery?
They many black men from a tree
We fought to be free real
and the black freedom must not be scarred!
Callin me an African
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 a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the ear, out the right eye
Then I took a knife to his
Carved a wicked in a bloody mess
It was a warning for the of his pack
"This nigga got him a jackback!"