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 - revenge is fun! And I'm that one
to you tapdance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said had weapons
Just to teach black one lesson
but I ain't goin to your of fools
so here, and look at my tools!
You can and greet the Glock 19 in your nostrils
I'll splatter dreams
Plans to overthrow are in limbo
one loco bro chose to dispose of you
and skinhead crew
I ain't a house with a twenty-two
I dump a hollow-point slug in your
Try to {*choking*} believe the hype
Cause this the jungle fool
and I don't throw SPEARS, and I leavin here!
A Nazi and you never SEEN Germany
but you was lookin for a
So you a young brother with cash
crashed my glass, snatched my stash
Boy I'ma getcha back, like it ain't no
Show you what I from the gangs
Stack em up deep in a six-nine
range scopes for the whole damn group
Hangin a club called Moonshine
Waitin for the time..
There he is, walkin in the Levi's cut
The Wicked One dropped two shots in his
I solve racism with a gat
but this is where my head's at - get em with a back!

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

[The Wicked
I've been this, I gotta fix em
I wanna fix em a crucifixion
Nail em to a cross and em
BURN EM EM BURN EM!
It's been that this would happen
Skanless skinheads
All up in the crib insult for my force
I had to North
The leader had a can
and on my wall wrote, 'Death to the man'
Burned a cross in of the hideout
they could get my race to die out
I'ma cause em PAIN, physical and
I speak - through the temple
The Wicked One is trouble
Blastin skulls pieces of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't me
Not enough body 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 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 revengeful pact..
call it the back!

"Some things are killing for"

[Sir
burned a cross in my yard, caught a brother off guard
but I can't cry, I'm HARD!
They jacked another black, but this black wants
I rack up stats!
Now I'm on the hunt with a 12-gauge
Massive in my trunk
low.. and slow
There's one - roll down the
Whassup, FOOL?!! ("Noooooooooo!!") buck buck*
It ain't done til the punk stops
watch Kunta get even!
It goes like that when a stays strapped
Couldn't get a job so I to rap
Livin large and the skinheads hate me
Run up in my house and they to take me
Now I got the metal to his
A Desert Eagle, dipped in
I got a black stocking cap yanked my face
Anger is rationality's place
in the house and I'm takin him out
He but the barrel's in his mouth
Before I shoot, he wants to know if I'm or black
I yank my - this has been a jack back!

"These were trained activists.."

Wicked One]
I'm not a slave but the Ku Klan
and the Aryan 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!
Remember the days of
They hung black men from a tree
We fought to be free hard
and the man's freedom must not be scarred!
Callin me an African
but this, "American Psycho"
And I'll smoke any racist
with the black glock that's in my
And the morgue'll be packed in stacks
Memories due to the jack
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 a knife to his chest
Carved a wicked message in a mess
It was a warning for the rest of his
"This nigga got him a jackback!"