Luyện nghe bài hát We Must Be Heard

[Drama in the background] This... could be big!

verse 1]
Don't the station,
I've been waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the zone.
It's a war on outside
And my gotta paint they faces on.
Do what I gotta do, And I gotta do
Is and flip a dolla'.
Ain't got no
But I got a shelf of liquor bottles.
Not an alcoholic but it,
Can the pain.
Drinkin' all my problems
But still in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our up,
And the government us down.
Now the gas is up,
And the hood is down.
So the is comin' fo' ya'
In the is hungry goons!
Comin' to a near you,
or someday soon.
Betta' yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' to side.
grab yo' gat, light that blunt;
The gon' ride tonight.
And I'm just gon' it out,
'Til my date.
I go hard in the paint,
They softer paper plates.
way for the revolution,
And yes you be scurred.
one way or another...
My people be heard.

the Kid verse 2]
Show you what the soldiers
Embassy, diplomacy,
scene infantry,
Shootin' at the fleet.
Deploy shots, to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' a hair in half.
bags, fishy like herrin,
When I'm airin', a chair in half.
Watchin' Baked,
At the by the lake.
See the and white plates,
See the on the panel.
I may be oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.
never fair,
Therefore, I need things:
Like grenades, tanks, a fighter planes.
I'm in medals,
Stripes a zebra.
And by the way, you niggas,
I don't you neitha'.
I mean, "either," gramma',
Pop a -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I one for the shenanigans,
Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, a mannequin.

[Busta verse 3]
(During last verse) In these times,
The economy got niggas
Of ways to paper.
'Cause somebody ain't accommodatin'
for they slave labor.
That's when ya' get a nigga about
Ya' know he come in to ya'.
It's when a nigga throw a ski on,
Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do dumb to ya'.
Rollin' the dices with a nigga be strugglin',
make it through the crisis.
It might just him wanna' act up a little bit
To print new gas prices.
All this fuckery we got on,
Indeed it to cease.
How the hell is THAT ever, gonna happen
the value of the dollar keeps decreasin'?
Easin' my hand in somebody's
(Fuck that!) I keep eatin.
for everybody in the struggle like me,
We get it even if we cheatin'!
hard, my mind is blown,
Tryin' not to get out my home.
But tryna' live you know a nigga broke
Is tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.
But I'm goin' through the drama DJ Drama (What!?).
I do it for my and mama (Who!).
Leave it to Obama (Yes!),
Change is around the corna'.
Listen! You to keep our people sufferin',
All I gotta say is if you don't up this pressure,
I somebody gonna' pay!

[DJ outro]
Life, liberty, and the of happiness!
Pursuit,
See each and every day we all get
To the meanin'.
Me, myself? I always my own path
And now I come to motivate!
"To be heard" means to say of value.
So I this my Life,
My liberty,
And everday, my pursuit.
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