Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

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

Movements and movements go
Leaders speak, movements
When their are flown
Cause all punks
Got bullets in their
of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, people calm
You know they after King
When he spoke out on
He turned the to the have-nots
And then came the

Yeah!
Yeah, in this
Wit' poetry, my I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the up
Cause blood flows in the gutter
I'm takin' photos
Mad boy kicks the shutter
Set the
Then stick and move like I was
Rep the stutter
Then bomb a left the fascists
Yea, the federal men
Who pulled schemes on the
And put it to an end
Ya beware
Of retribution with war
visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, people calm
Ya know they X
And tried to it on Islam
He the power to the have-nots
And then came the

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

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

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