Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, although ya try to
Ya still edit
The needle, thread it
poetic
Standin' with the fury they had in '66
And like I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the shit
Hoover, he was a remover
give ya a dose
But it'll come close
To the rage up inside of me
in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and go
Leaders speak, cease
When their are flown
Cause all these
Got in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the
at work, keepin' people calm
You they went after King
he spoke out on Vietnam
He the power to the have-nots
And then the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in
Wit' poetry, my I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never dat finesse
I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the up
Cause blood flows in the gutter
I'm like photos
Mad boy open the shutter
Set the
stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the step
Then a left upon the fascists
Yea, the federal men
Who schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya beware
Of retribution mind war
visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people
Ya know murdered X
And tried to it on Islam
He turned the power to the
And then the shot

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

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

He may be a real contender for this position he
Abandon his supposed obedience to white doctrine
Of non-violence and embrace nationalism'
Through counter-intelligence it be possible to
potential trouble-makers and neutralize them,
Neutralize them, neutralize

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

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