Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can the magic baby
Turn the lights down
Esco
I mean, it's what you expected it?
go

Turn the up and the headphones
Yeah, perfect
You got to take time make a **** wait on this mother****
You make **** mad and ****

**** usually start after 4-bars
go in
Let's start in this mother****
Yeah, we just come nowhere

I feel like a Black Republican, I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got for them
Can't my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm '**** it then'

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like then
Though you was other than a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of thought the would end
Like ice album, all good things

Neva thought we the same song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all brain
You wouldn't bicker like the fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters one could reign

Could bring, should the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how I refrain?
And be in debt, that's neva a good thing
To the pressure for can put a good strain

On a friend you call and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good an'
Though we rehearsed, it ain't the same
When you put in the at age sixteen

Then you mix things like cars, jewelry and things
Jealousy, ego and pride, and this
It all to a head like a coin,
The route strikes again, this could sting

Now the got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy

I feel a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it

I feel a black militant takin' over the government
Can't my back on the hood, too much love for them
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, it then'

I'm back in the hood, they like, Nas'
on purp', reflectin' on they lives
Couple of fat cats, of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly **** instead of them skies

5's, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
Pitch, sling pies, and they sing, "Why"?
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street

I'm standin' on the roof of my
I'm the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
like an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof my attire

it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good that forms street
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for
To get his feet out of Converse, that's my word

I feel like a Republican, money keep comin' in
Can't turn my on the hood, I got love for them
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I **** it

I feel a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, it then'