Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

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

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

Yeah!
Yeah, in this
Wit' poetry, my mind I
like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to the structure up
Cause still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin'
Mad boy kicks open the
Set the
Then stick and like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter
bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several men
Who schemes 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' people
Ya know murdered X
And to blame it on Islam
He turned the to the have-nots
And came the shot

Ugh!
was the price on his head?
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 heard a
I think I heard, I think I heard a

He may be a real for this position should he
his supposed obedience 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! up! Wake up! Wake up!

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