Luyện nghe bài hát Angels & Demons

[feat. prez & Bazaar Royale]

"What do you see when you're in the dark and the demons "
"I see you. I see you over the grave of another dead president"

[Hook: Bazaar
I see angels me
below me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
It's

1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get
And don't get caught for the crime, I it
We for the villain in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self defense we the pistol like
Larry Davis or Brian
pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is back to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared it's coming back 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
height as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the
And read it in the news your sergeant and your captain
Don't take as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police because we them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class reactions
Cause we bangin' on the system, G'd up, the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for George
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, niggas be blackin'
When we really to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you can start braggin'
then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Immortal
I'm like the birth of baby Mohammed, the I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr regarded as
It doesn't matter whose missiles can the farthest
you're a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters combat over corrupted
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
is the gold and the conductor's connection
And is the prison that the people are kept in
The military ain't there for the protection
They're just to protect an investment
That's why people get arrested, electrocuted,
Connected streets are infested with tired of protestin'
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 pale in comparison
And you will learn a lesson through history
That no matter you think, occupation is not victory

[Outro: Immortal
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, it back

x2]