Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't you an American
born here 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 who are the victims 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 of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch Flav as my dual burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
On the they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread politics, you know how it go
the war and how it's shitty that we murder for dough
Then the asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was my last
How if day I worried 'bout my family in this
I'd be murdered on these street in a of piss
Or if I would get some news my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never from again
I began to compare it, so he could
I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, another for free
And the part about it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
by the media that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of in my life
sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in sheep
Same turncoats burn folks for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
to the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of for 'em
though my heart goes out, what 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 with
See kill for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the from a rebel to you, now listen

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