Luyện nghe bài hát Who Are You

Yeah, its like wakin up a bad dream
(America)
Just to figure out you dreamin in the first place

If all I saw was comin up as a youngster
Pussy and money the only language I ta
Claim ta, I bought up to become one
Ain't ya happy I rap, I'm amongst tha?

Streets deceivin, can't my achievements
Cultural strata, persona's of a non-needer
Because I need nada except for Prada beaver
For cold winters, tattoos got my sleeveless

To my G's on the flee from the
Stiff bodies on in funeral parlors
From the slums I come up a phoenix up
Tryna what I'm eatin n came up a dismissive kid

You lucky if you allowed to this savvy mouth
Hardly, a man's man who woulda knew
The beach houses and parties
and Stella McCartney's

For years all that, how can I not be
This old German said I was a with a notty head
Looked at my Benz and that a Nazi sled
With a like he wonder where I got my bread

Probably all stones he see
From my shows
From to rhyme, my stories is
I'm the home of the thieves

America, pay
(America)
Wake up, this is not you think it is
(America)
America, pay
(America)
This is not what you it is

Blessed, the is a G, he gotta be
Who's the God of suckers and The economy
Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death to Fidel Castro
Hed want me to this

the strong survive, Nas bear witness
The is all I can see
White cop acquitted for murder, cop, cop a plea
That of shit make me stop and think

We in chronic need of a look of the law books
And the race dichotomy
Too many rappers, athletes and
But not enough in NASA

Who give you the dances, trends and fashion?
But when it comes to residuals, look past us
Woven into the fabric, they can't us
in white tee's, blue jeans and red bandannas

America, pay
(America)
Wake up, is not what you think it is
(America)
America, pay
(America)
is not what you think it is

(America, this is not you think it is)

Assassinations, relations
Killed indigenous people a new nation
labor, took a knife split a woman naval
Took her premature baby, let her man see you her

If I travel to the 1700's
I'd push a wheelbarrow of dynamite through your covenant
Love to sit in on the Senate and tell the whole
Y'all don't women fair, she read about herself in the Bible

she the reason sin is here
You played her an apron like, Bring me my dinner, dear
She the nigger here, ain't we in the free
Death penalty in Texas, young boys and girls

Barbarity, I'm in the casually
Buggin how I it out the hood, dazzle me
How far we really from third world
the empire fall imagine how crazy that'll be

(America, America)

(America, is not what you think it is)

(America, is not what you think it is)