Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can feel the baby
the mother**** lights down
Esco
I mean, it's what you expected it?
go

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

**** usually start after 4-bars
go in
Let's dancin' in this mother****
Yeah, we come outta nowhere

I feel like a 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 of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

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

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

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

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

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

Now the team got beef between the and the Point
puts the ring in jeopardy indefinitely

I feel like a 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 much in 'em
Probably end up of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

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

I'm back in the hood, they like, Nas'
Blowin' on purp', 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, pies, and **** they sing, "Why"?
Guess they ain't enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds, tryin', follow the street signs

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

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

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

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