Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up (correct Version)

on!
Ugh!

Come on, ya try to discredit
Ya never edit
The needle, I'll it
poetic
Standin' with the fury they had in '66
And like I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's
Hoover, he was a body
I'll ya a dose
But never come close
To the rage built up of me
Fist in the air, in the of hypocrisy

Movements come and go
speak, movements cease
When heads are flown
all these punks
Got bullets in their
of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people
You they went after King
When he spoke out on
He the power to the have-nots
And came 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
blood still flows in the gutter
I'm takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the
Set the
Then stick and like I was Cassius
Rep the step
Then bomb a left upon the
Yea, the several men
Who schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better
Of retribution with war
visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, people calm
Ya know murdered X
And tried to it on Islam
He turned the power to the
And then the shot

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

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

He may be a real contender for this position he
his supposed obedience to white liberal doctrine
Of and embrace black nationalism'
Through counter-intelligence it should be to
Pinpoint potential and neutralize them,
Neutralize them, them'

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

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