Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America make you an American
born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if made you an American you wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any amendments to the
I don't see any American dream, I see an nightmare
I'm one of the 42 million people who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, truth soldier SHIT
on servin 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy the streets of New York, they feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast
On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we murder for
the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I act if every day was maybe my last
How if day I worried 'bout my family in this
I'd be on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, never heard again
I began to it, so he could observe
When I made the with how they livin abroad
I can't it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom each other for scraps
that, propoganda got the people confused
Damned by the media keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
turncoats that'll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
That's why I'm out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, what home?
When the way we live is shitty the love for our own?
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you proof
Maybe I'll be cause I hit you with truth
See they for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my you gotta [x3]
Save us, us