Luyện nghe bài hát The Problem

C:
Im a chaser, fighting tax raisers
Conservative blood deep in my nature,
Every bone in my body, every of my being
Im New England bred, dont on me.
Im insistin my existence was instant.
I dismiss the hits of Libs lips.
I spit sense the misfits who diss this.
Too collectivists, not enough capitalists.
America... its we are free man.
I my ears to Will Ferrell, Matt Demon (Damon)
Im angry, rope (Hope) and chains (Change) didnt grab me.
If you see Van Jones, tell him luck with his theories.

Lets set the record straight, Im no Mr.
I rap about politics and stuff matters.
Nanny state or world, Ill take the ladder.
aint served on a silver platter.
To all the Young Cons its no time to
Conservatives are hungry, eat the RINO
The people called shotty (Shotgun), mothership the backseat
the czar freaks, tax cheats, all tricks and no treats.
Uh oh! Too slow. goes Marco Rubio.
moves all the way straight to the Senate floor.
House passed a supposedly for health,
Sounds distribution of wealth, lackin stealth.
If you want to opt out and them a no way,
end up in handcuffs with no pay someday.
No other options that is a one way

C:
Theres no mind as conservative as mine.
Too many Michael Moores, not enough Mark
I dont trees, I dont bow enemies
I hate awfuls and ACORN brothels.
Listen... I live for any man
You can live for yourself and your own hand.
Dont bow to Japan or the Saudi
Cant nobody top us, a Con conscience.
Yes, we God, but he loved us first.
Our hearts 30 weeks before birth.
Im serious... when I to say,
You can be great you were born way.
Yo... I trade my for nothin
please just show me somethin
Fight the good fight is the on my mind
Im a love spreading, go getting, flow spitting Con.

Pimps a house, ACORN can acquire
number 9, probably aint retired.
I socialist blood, they call me a vampire
Van Jones is the truther and Joe knows the liar.
Weak sauce stimulus brought to an end.
It was an epic so they did it again.
We see the facts thanks to Michelle
We spot the posers in Culture of Corruption
Prayers go out to the at Fort Hood.
It should be understood, are no good.
Its time to be an activist, the facists
up for the poorest by being down with the capitalist.
Pandering need to leave us alone,
We the People are the boss and this year we them home.
Lieutenant Allen got some serious backbone
Hes for our troops, but hes sick on that microphone.