Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I you can feel the magic baby
Turn the mother**** down
Esco
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 **** on this mother****
You make **** mad and ****

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

I feel like a Black Republican, money I got in
Can't turn my 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'm like it then'

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

Neva thought we sing the song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good
You bicker like the other fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel like a Republican, money keep 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
end up back of the hood, I **** it then

I feel like a black militant takin' the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much 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'