Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, ya try to discredit
Ya still never
The needle, I'll it
poetic
Standin' the fury that they had in '66
And like I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's
Hoover, he was a body
I'll ya a dose
But it'll come close
To the rage up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of

Movements come and go
speak, movements cease
When their heads are
all these punks
Got bullets in heads
Departments of police, the judges, the
Networks at work, keepin' people
You they went after King
When he spoke out on
He the power to the have-nots
And came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, in this
Wit' poetry, my mind I
Flip like Wilson, vocals lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to ya up
To shake ya up, to break the up
Cause blood still flows in the
I'm like photos
Mad boy kicks open the
Set the
Then and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter
Then bomb a left upon the
Yea, the federal men
Who pulled schemes on the
And put it to an end
Ya beware
Of with mind war
20/20 and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' calm
Ya know they X
And tried to blame it on
He the power to the have-nots
And then came the

Ugh!
What was the price on his
What was the on his head!

I think I a shot
I I heard a shot
I think I heard a
I think I a shot
I think I a shot
I I heard, I think I heard a shot

He may be a real contender for this should he
Abandon his supposed to white liberal doctrine
Of and embrace black nationalism'
Through it should be possible to
Pinpoint potential trouble-makers and them,
Neutralize them, them'

Wake up! up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! up!

How long? Not long, cause you reap is what you sow