Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

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

come and movements go
Leaders speak, cease
When their are flown
all these punks
Got bullets in heads
Departments of police, the judges, the
Networks at work, keepin' people
You know they 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 I flex
like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, I got to do to wake ya up
To ya up, to break the structure up
Cause blood still in the gutter
I'm takin' photos
Mad boy open the shutter
Set the
Then stick and move like I was
Rep the step
Then a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several men
Who pulled on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya beware
Of retribution mind war
20/20 visions and murals metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' calm
Ya know they X
And tried to it on Islam
He turned the to the have-nots
And then the shot

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

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

He may be a contender for this position should he
Abandon his supposed to white liberal doctrine
Of non-violence and embrace nationalism'
Through counter-intelligence it 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