Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, although ya try to
Ya still edit
The needle, I'll it
poetic
Standin' with the that they had in '66
And E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the shit
Hoover, he was a body
I'll ya a dose
But it'll never close
To the rage up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of

come and movements go
Leaders speak, cease
When their heads are
all these punks
Got in their heads
of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' calm
You know went after King
he spoke out on Vietnam
He the power to the have-nots
And then the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, in this
Wit' poetry, my mind I
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 still flows in the
I'm like photos
Mad boy kicks 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 pulled schemes on the
And put it to an end
Ya better
Of retribution with war
20/20 visions and murals with
at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they X
And tried to blame it on
He turned the to the have-nots
And then came the

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

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

He may be a real for this position should he
Abandon his supposed to white liberal doctrine
Of non-violence and embrace black
counter-intelligence it should be possible to
Pinpoint potential trouble-makers and them,
them, neutralize them'

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

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