Luyện nghe bài hát Angels & Demons

[feat. dead prez & Bazaar

"What do you see when in the dark and the demons come? "
"I see you. I see you standing over the of another dead president"

[Hook: Bazaar
I see angels me
Demons me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
real

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay down or up
It's war time, is fair, no fear
When say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, niggas is back
In self defense we bang the pistol
Larry or Brian Nichols
pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming back to get you, you what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared cause it's coming to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
Since we gonna the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
Let's have an overthrow and after party in the night
Same height as Huey, same build as Malcolm
the same circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your sergeant and captain
Don't this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call because we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class reactions
we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for Jackson
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can start
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Immortal
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It matter whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg
Close quarters combat corrupted elections
Bilderberg is cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison the people are kept in
The military ain't there for the people's
They're just there to an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested those tired of protestin'
children grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations pale in
And you will learn a lesson through history
That no matter what you think, is not victory

[Outro: Technique]
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, bring it

x2]