Luyện nghe bài hát The Jack Back

"In this country a man's is his castle.."

Mix-a-Lot]
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I
Klan, run - cause is fun! And I'm that one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said had weapons
to teach black people one lesson
but I ain't to your school of fools
so come here, and at my tools!
You can meet and the Glock 19 in your nostrils
splatter your dreams
Plans to overthrow are left in
one loco bro chose to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I ain't a nigga with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point in your windpipe
Try to breathe believe the hype
Cause this ain't the jungle
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I ain't here!
A Nazi and you never SEEN Germany
but you was for a enemy
So you a young brother with cash
my glass, snatched my whole stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no
Show you what I learned the gangs
Stack em up deep in a Deuce
Long range scopes for the whole damn
Hangin outside a club called
Waitin for the time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi's cut
The One dropped two shots in his butt
I can't solve racism a gat
but this is where my head's at - get em a jack back!

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

Wicked One]
I've been this, I gotta fix em
I fix em with a crucifixion
Nail em to a and burn em
EM BURN EM BURN EM!
It's been said that this happen
Skanless jackin
All up in the insult for takin my force
I had to break
The had a spraypaint can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the black
Burned a cross in of the hideout
Hopin could get my race to die out
I'ma em PAIN, physical and mental
I speak - through the temple
The Wicked One is talkin
Blastin into pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they stop me
Not body left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, em out
Bloodshed, em out
one of em, Mix said, "Go ahead"
Thirty-eight, STRAIGHT to his
I hit em hard and it hit the
I punish and with Mix-a-Lot
Now where's the at? Gotta get him back
get the gat, gotta get the axe
Call it a revengeful pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are killing for"

[Sir
They burned a in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I can't cry, I'm HARD!
jacked another black, but this black wants payback
I up killin stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge
hardware's in my trunk
Creepin low.. and
one - roll down the window
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It ain't done til the punk stops
watch Kunta get even!
It goes like when a brother stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin kinda and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and they tried to me
Now I got the to his dome
A Eagle, dipped in chrome
I got a black 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 wants to if I'm white or black
I yank my mask - this has a jack back!

"These were trained activists.."

Wicked 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 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 real hard
and the man's freedom must not be scarred!
me an African Sambo
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any skinhead
the black glock that's in my fist
And the morgue'll be in body stacks
due to the jack back
Caught the of the skinhead clan
You know the one the spraypaint can
Drilled him a crowbar {*gargling*} DIE!
In the left ear, out the eye
I took a knife to his chest
Carved a message in a bloody mess
It was a for the rest of his pack
"This got him with a jackback!"