Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I you can feel the magic baby
Turn the mother**** down
whuttup?
I mean, what you expected ain't it?
go

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, that's
You got to take your time a **** wait on this mother****
You **** mad and **** like

**** start rappin' after 4-bars
go in
Let's start dancin' in this
Yeah, we just come outta

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

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

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

Could bring, blame the game, and I could
It's or be killed, how could I refrain?
And be in debt, that's neva a good thing
To the pressure for can put a good strain

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign
Pitch, sling pies, and **** sing, "Why"?
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail
minds, keep tryin', follow the street signs

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

it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good that forms street
Makes a sweet honest kid turn illegal for
To get his feet out of Converse, that's my word

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

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