Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

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

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