Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being in America doesn't make you an American
born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth you an American you wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't any amendments to the Constitution
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 soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, cause you we do work
in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch as my dual pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some wanna holla and I said it was cool
know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how shitty that we murder for dough
the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my family in
I'd be on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had
If they ran up in my and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never from again
I began to compare it, so he observe
When I made the with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my
sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, each of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin heat
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that'll burn for pay
conditions in communities we die everyday
Same and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the away?
That's why I'm out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our
I can't decide it, real, I hit you with proof
I'll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See kill for less than what we say on records to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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