Luyện nghe bài hát Warzone [Explicit]

Can't you see we in a war zone?
Guess you don't notice you livin' in it
Like weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no for the innocent so I'mma represent it
Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, breathe
Hands up, breathe
up, can't breathe"
Hands up, you see we livin' in a war zone?

They left his body swangin' in Piedmont
At a rally the day before, but that ain't mean nothing
But they say "it's suicide", I say it's
Hey what you got a gun Boy you ain't finna ride
They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna
the difference 'tween us, I'll die to save a million lives
Appointed leader nobody couldn't think of shit
I'll be a martyr if my great grandaughter
They pull you over, ask you where license at
Be careful reachin' for it, you know you can die for
And this ain't nothin' new, got cameras so you can see the shit
Got Dr. King and Abe askin' where the freedom at
This no equality
Man you ain't have no justice on mind when you shot at me
But it, this the way it gotta be
Hey listen, you won't at them then shoot at me?
Boy you are not a G
Imagine Trayvon askin' why you me
Feel threatened, hit him and him, that's when he shot him down
Do that to a grown fuckin' man, where you stand
Tell my grandma go on with all prayin'
If it's a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he
I'm a man, and I'm wrong for revenge
But I don't get 'em it's like tellin' him to gon' again
Keep fucking around, it's to be on in a minute

Boy we in a war zone
Guess you don't notice you livin' in it
Like every weekend it's a man
Ain't got no for the innocent so I'mma represent it
Dedicated, 'em, "Hands up, can't breathe
Hands up, breathe
up, can't breathe"
Hands up, can't you see we in a war zone?

This to the white boy that ran in the old church
I you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
Ran in our place of worship to our grandma
Won't go kamikaze for that, well what would you die
Hold up, wait, I'll wait
Heard it buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
The war on was just a war on us
Give us all these guns, us all this dust
Change all them laws, all of us up
from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (Free Meech)
Then hip hop came, when we got rich
white kids gravitated to it like all us did
And that's when got slick
Invented the technology to our shit
Diluted all of the
me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
Sterling, killed Philando right in of the girl
And the saw
reaction was, "Hell naw"
This day slavery, the prison publicly traded
And the up
The Constitution and Emancipation just a fuckin' piece of paper