Luyện nghe bài hát We Must Be Heard

[Drama in the This... could be something big!

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

[Willie the Kid 2]
Show you the soldiers see:
Embassy, diplomacy,
scene infantry,
Shootin' at the fleet.
Deploy shots, to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' split a in half.
Body bags, like herrin,
When I'm airin', tear a in half.
Watchin' Baked,
At the by the lake.
See the blue and plates,
See the on the panel.
I may be oat, Chilly O, flannel coat.
Warfare fair,
Therefore, I need things:
grenades, tanks, a couple fighter planes.
I'm in medals,
like a zebra.
And by the way, you niggas,
I like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," gramma',
Pop a -- man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah, Willie Da Kid, I one for the shenanigans,
Nigga a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.

[Busta Rhymes 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 thinkin' about
Ya' know he come in to ya'.
It's a nigga throw a ski mask on,
Run up in ya' house, and do dumb shit to ya'.
Rollin' the dices a nigga that be strugglin',
Tryna' it through the crisis.
It just make him wanna' act up a little bit
To print new gas prices.
All this we got goin' on,
it needs to cease.
How the is THAT ever, ever gonna happen
When the value of the dollar decreasin'?
Easin' my hand in pocket
(Fuck that!) I gotta' eatin.
Speakin' for in the struggle like me,
We gotta get it if we cheatin'!
hard, my mind is blown,
Tryin' not to get out my home.
But tryna' live when you know a broke
Is like 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 Barack (Yes!),
is right around the corna'.
Listen! You tryin' to keep our sufferin',
All I gotta say is if you don't ease up pressure,
I promise gonna' pay!

[DJ outro]
Life, liberty, and the of happiness!
Pursuit,
See each and every day we all get
To the meanin'.
Me, I always follow my own path
And now I here to motivate!
"To be heard" means to say of value.
So I this my Life,
My liberty,
And everday, my pursuit.
What you?
Drama, Luda', Willie, Busta, V12, AMG