Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the magic
Turn the mother**** lights
whuttup?
I mean, it's what you ain't it?
go

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, perfect
You got to take your time make a **** wait on this
You make **** mad and like

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

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

Huddlin' the oven, we was like brothers then
Though you was nothin' than a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of the love would end
Like ice cold album, all things

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

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

On a you call best and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it just ain't the
When you put in the game at age

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

Now the team got beef between the Post and the
This puts the in jeopardy indefinitely

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

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

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

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our dies
Pitch, sling pies, and **** sing, "Why"?
Guess they strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds, keep tryin', the street signs

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

Could it be the of darkness
Against hood of good that forms street politics
Makes a sweet honest kid illegal for commerce
To get his feet out of them Converse, that's my

I feel like a Black Republican, money 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 of the hood, I **** it then

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