Luyện nghe bài hát We Must Be Heard

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

[Ludacris 1]
change the station,
I've impatiently waiting,
Pacin', to the danger zone.
a war goin' on outside
And my people paint they faces on.
Do what I gotta do, And what I do
Is work and a dolla'.
Ain't got no
But I got a shelf of liquor bottles.
Not an but alcohol it,
Can the pain.
Drinkin' all my away
But still prayin' in name.
turn our voices up,
And the tones us down.
Now the gas is up,
And the hood is 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 just gon' it out,
my expiration date.
'Cause I go 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 what the see:
Embassy, diplomacy,
Sick infantry,
Shootin' at the fleet.
Deploy shots, to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, split a hair in half.
Body bags, like herrin,
I'm airin', tear 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 finer
grenades, tanks, a couple 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 camera -- man on rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah, Da Kid, I ain't one for the shenanigans,
strike a pose, leave you froze, like a mannequin.

[Busta verse 3]
(During Kid's last verse) In times,
The got niggas thinkin'
Of to make paper.
'Cause ain't accommodatin' niggas
Enough for slave labor.
That's when ya' get a nigga thinkin'
Ya' know he gotta' in to ya'.
It's when a nigga throw a ski on,
Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do shit to ya'.
Rollin' the dices with a nigga be strugglin',
Tryna' make it the crisis.
It might just make him wanna' act up a bit
To another new gas prices.
All this we got goin' on,
Indeed it to cease.
How the hell is ever, ever gonna happen
When the value of the dollar keeps
my hand in somebody's pocket
(Fuck that!) I keep eatin.
Speakin' for everybody in the struggle me,
We get it even if we cheatin'!
hard, my mind is blown,
Tryin' not to get out my home.
But live when you know a nigga broke
Is like tryna' squeeze out a stone.
But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ (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 ease up this pressure,
I somebody gonna' pay!

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