Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up (correct Version)

on!
Ugh!

Come on, although ya try to
Ya still never
The needle, I'll it
poetic
Standin' with the fury they had in '66
And like I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the shit
Hoover, he was a body
give ya a dose
But never come close
To the built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of

Movements and movements go
Leaders speak, movements
When heads are flown
Cause all these
Got bullets in heads
Departments of police, the judges, the
at work, keepin' people calm
You they went after King
he spoke out on Vietnam
He the power to the have-nots
And came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, in this
Wit' poetry, my I flex
Flip like Wilson, 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 and move like I was Cassius
Rep the step
Then bomb a left the fascists
Yea, the federal men
Who pulled on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better
Of retribution with war
20/20 visions and murals with
Networks at work, people calm
Ya know they X
And tried to blame it on
He the power to the have-nots
And came the shot

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

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

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

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

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