Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, although ya try to
Ya never edit
The needle, I'll it
poetic
Standin' the fury that they had in '66
And like I'm mad
Still in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body
I'll ya a dose
But it'll never close
To the built 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 punks
Got bullets in their
Departments of police, the judges, the
at work, keepin' people calm
You know went after King
When he spoke out on
He the power to the have-nots
And came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in
Wit' poetry, my I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat
Whadda I got to, I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to the structure up
Cause blood still flows in the
I'm takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the
Set the
Then stick and move like I was
Rep the stutter
Then bomb a left upon the
Yea, the several men
Who pulled on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better
Of retribution with war
20/20 and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people
Ya know murdered X
And to blame it on Islam
He turned the to the have-nots
And then came the

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

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

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

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

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