Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America make you an American
Being born in America 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 nightmare
I'm one of the 42 black people who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, you know we do work
in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
We hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the street hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View
Some reporter holla and I said it was cool
Wanna about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's that we murder for dough
Then the reporter a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was maybe my
How if every day I worried 'bout my family in
I'd be murdered on street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my sister was abducted, heard from again
I began to compare it, so he observe
When I made the with how they livin abroad
I can't it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold part about it, life is than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for
Imagine that, got the people confused
Damned by the media that 'em subdued
I around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same full of brothers herded in like sheep
turncoats that'll burn folks for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what 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
Even my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
for rebuilding but, what about home?
When the way we is shitty where's the love for our own?
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you with
Maybe I'll be suicided I hit you with truth
See they kill for less what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music from a to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta
us, save us