Luyện nghe bài hát We Must Be Heard

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

verse 1]
Don't the station,
I've impatiently 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 I gotta do
Is and flip 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 in Jesus' name.
Tryna' turn our 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 watch yo' to side.
Betta' yo' gat, light that blunt;
The streets ride tonight.
And I'm just ride it out,
my expiration date.
'Cause I go in the paint,
They softer paper plates.
way for the revolution,
And yes you be scurred.
one way or another...
My will be heard.

[Willie the Kid 2]
you what the soldiers see:
Embassy, diplomacy,
Sick infantry,
Shootin' at the fleet.
Deploy shots, to airbags, whereas,
This hairpin, trigga' a hair in half.
Body bags, like herrin,
When I'm airin', tear a in half.
Half Baked,
At the by the lake.
See the and white 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 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, you froze, like a mannequin.

Rhymes verse 3]
(During Kid's verse) In these times,
The got niggas thinkin'
Of to make paper.
somebody ain't accommodatin' niggas
Enough for slave labor.
That's ya' get a nigga thinkin' about
Ya' he gotta' come in to ya'.
It's when a throw a ski mask on,
Run up in ya' house, and wanna' do 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 another new gas prices.
All this fuckery we got on,
Indeed it to cease.
How the hell is ever, ever gonna happen
When the value of the dollar keeps
Easin' my in somebody's pocket
(Fuck that!) I keep eatin.
Speakin' for everybody in the like me,
We gotta get it if we cheatin'!
hard, my mind is blown,
Tryin' not to get out my home.
But tryna' 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 kids and (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 ease up pressure,
I promise somebody pay!

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