Luyện nghe bài hát Young Lords

New to the world, fresh out the barrio, I was an outlaw rebel, out of my mind, and wild, my existence defined in one word: Survive!
[Verse 1: Ortiz]
If it to be sold, I can sell it, If he can't, cool,
I'll fix it up make it look good enough to some fool,
It started when I was young my genesis games,
He traded me John for it I don't remember the name,
But it was weak though, the streets though, they play perico,
So became my hijo, he had cheap blow,
And o like three, four times, I flip one,
But evil, the people I deal with a stick none
With big guns, they [?] through diesel who never change
cuts are [?] like they agree with everything
The ain't the same, all the colors is new
It just green, the haze is purple and them berries is blue
I don't care if it was pink, as long as still smoking
I had bags packed until they damn near open
The hustle's in my veins, I bleed in a pot
And a soup that'd go for 10 dollars a pot
Technique:]
In la calle, a collision course with incarceration, consumed by the lies of the streets, were an illusion but I awoke caged like an animal
[Verse 2:
They got me locked in a cell where I'm feeling an experiment,
My sharper than lasers they used to build pyramids,
on the walls keep me sane,
Knuckle pushups on the concrete, till I out the pain,
of my freedom lingering in my brain,
I'm stronger and much I appreciate the gain,
Building my [?], brown power reunite,
Tattoos of my flag, PR pride Christ,
But I wish this on my worst enemy,
So when I'm I'll teach, spread the speech,
Of how they try to divide us (to make us weak) find us (and break a piece) so I gotta, (to it [?]) honest (I play for keeps),
This is the life of your forefathers fought hard,
corners of backyards, power in numbers, so they subtract us and add bars,
If want it, we gonna take 'em to war,
We not a gang or a clique, we lords!
Technique:]
I came to my senses, un no soy (I am not a slave), that is not my past, I came to know me and my people, red brown and black, helped me paint the future.
3: CF]
The world got a template, to turn us inmates caged in a state pen,
Man, fuck going to state,
to slave ships to punch in your timecard,
Walk my spacing jungle behind bars,
Got my epiphany like X,
Prison to the bricks, but I'm stuck in this global arrest,
I'm a man so I changed my mannerisms,
This system wanna dent my activism,
Estilo get my people out the ghetto,
21st century grito de estate quieto (stay calm),
We vocal minorities, no man trail,
Guess the local authorities to be the Ho Chi trail,
From robbing bodegas and boosting low-lives,
The medium choking the four five,
Revolutionary gangsters in presence,
Trying to us through cancer, through chemical testing!
[Immortal
Unidos por fin! (Finally, united!) We seize the time, free at last, learn to love, live to fight, not just for me, but for others, the new blood, and live for freedom!
[Verse 4: Technique]
I survived the assassinations.
AIDS epidemic, era, fractured a nation,
The Interpretation of Democracy,
Is best exemplified in foreign policy dichotomy,
I live a double life of philosophy,
But revolution follows me, the for equality,
the morally bankrupt claiming to be born again,
It's a civil war like MS-13s origin
Ban ethnic studies claiming our culture will them,
But you can't conquer people and a country on top of them,
And then feel offended they breathe the same oxygen,
Your family values the wisdom of Solomon,
But Operation Condor and Operation Bootstrap are 101,
for the new jack,
It's to reach Communist Utopia tomorrow,
When hands are in a fuckin glass jar like Che Guevara,
Forget the distorted facts you were given,
Slave trade was the for capitalism,
Trapped in a prison mentally, existentially,
from people you can't see yourself to be,
Then racially integrated into a burning colony of an empire,
Economically out,
Can't win a so they sponsor every threat to me,
I wonder if 800 is standing next to me!
In Puerto Rico, the main problem we have es que somos colonia (is that we are a colony) we are a colony, we are fighting for freedom, because we will not be a slave nation for [?] the struggle here is to make universities the struggle here is in the community, it's against the police and violence, it's against discrimination, it's against the crime against humanity on this beautiful Caribbean Island, this is [?] Young lords, always, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, Que viva Puerto Rico libre! (Long Live a free Puerto Rico!)