Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America doesn't make you an
Being born here in doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any
You need any amendments to the Constitution
I don't see any American dream, I see an American
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 'em, cause 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, b-boy
On the they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was
Wanna know about the album and the new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to
How, I would act if every day was maybe my
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 some that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my
Or if we was looted and somebody all our thangs
If my was abducted, never heard from again
I began to compare it, so he observe
When I made the parallels with how they livin
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, another for free
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my
sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same prisons full of herded in like sheep
turncoats that'll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in communities we die
brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the cycle, get the people away?
why I'm fresh 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, what 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 cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less 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, save my life you gotta
Save us, us