Luyện nghe bài hát We Must Be Heard

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

[Ludacris 1]
Don't the station,
I've impatiently waiting,
Pacin', welcome to the zone.
It's a war goin' on
And my people gotta they faces on.
Do what I gotta do, And I gotta 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.
turn our voices up,
And the tones us down.
Now the gas is up,
And the hood is down.
So the is comin' fo' ya'
In the streets is goons!
to a neighborhood near you,
Today or soon.
Betta' yo' back, watch yo' front,
And watch yo' to side.
grab yo' gat, light that blunt;
The streets gon' tonight.
And I'm just ride 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 will be heard.

the Kid verse 2]
Show you the soldiers see:
Embassy, diplomacy,
Sick infantry,
at the cobra fleet.
Deploy shots, to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' a hair in half.
Body bags, fishy herrin,
When I'm airin', a chair in half.
Half Baked,
At the by the lake.
See the blue and plates,
See the on the panel.
I may be cherry oat, O, flannel coat.
never fair,
Therefore, I finer 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, Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,
Nigga strike a pose, leave you froze, a mannequin.

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

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