Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, ya try to discredit
Ya still never
The needle, thread it
poetic
Standin' with the that they had in '66
And like I'm mad
Still in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body
give ya a dose
But never come close
To the rage built up of me
in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements and movements go
Leaders speak, cease
When their heads are
all these punks
Got in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the
Networks at work, keepin' people
You know went after King
When he out on Vietnam
He the power to the have-nots
And then came the

Yeah!
Yeah, back in
poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to ya up
To shake ya up, to break the up
Cause blood still flows in the
I'm like takin'
Mad boy open the shutter
Set the
Then stick and move like I was
Rep the stutter
Then bomb a upon the fascists
Yea, the several men
Who schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better
Of with mind war
20/20 and murals with metaphors
at work, keepin' people calm
Ya they murdered X
And to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the
And then came the

Ugh!
What was the on his head?
was the price on his head!

I I heard a shot
I think I heard a
I think I heard a
I think I a shot
I think I heard a
I I heard, I think I heard a shot

He may be a contender for this position should he
Abandon his supposed to white liberal doctrine
Of non-violence and embrace black
Through it should be possible to
Pinpoint trouble-makers and neutralize them,
Neutralize them, them'

up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! up! Wake up! Wake up!

How long? Not long, cause you reap is what you sow