Luyện nghe bài hát Who Are You

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

If all I saw was gangsters comin up as a
and money the only language I clung ta
Claim ta, I myself up to become one
Ain't ya I chose rap, I'm amongst tha?

deceivin, can't believe my achievements
Cultural strata, that 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 on freeze in funeral parlors
From the slums I come up a caked up
take what I'm eatin n came up a dismissive kid

You lucky if you allowed to witness savvy mouth
Hardly, a man's man who woulda knew
The houses and wild parties
Jezebel's and McCartney's

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

Probably all stones he see
my shows overseas
From crime to rhyme, my is
I'm from the of the thieves

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

Blessed, the Lord is a G, he be
the God of suckers and snitches? The economy
Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a kiss to Fidel Castro
Hed want me to this

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

We in chronic of a second look of the law books
And the whole dichotomy
Too many rappers, and actors
But not enough niggas in

Who give you the dances, trends and fashion?
But when it comes to residuals, look past us
Woven into the fabric, they stand us
Even in white tee's, jeans and red bandannas

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

(America, this is not what you it is)

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

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

she the reason sin is here
You played her with an apron like, me my dinner, dear
She the here, ain't we in the free world?
Death penalty in Texas, kill 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
When the empire fall how crazy that'll be

(America, America)

(America, this is not you think it is)

(America, is not what you think it is)