Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see above me
Demons me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
It's
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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, is fair, no fear
When they say the homie the judge, I don't care
'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get away
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the villain in
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In self defense we bang the like
Larry or Brian Nichols
pig, every public official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created created a
And now you scared cause coming back to haunt you
Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my to get my aim right
Let's have an and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you know the
And read it in the news about your and your captain
Don't this as a warning, just another nigga rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call because we smack them
And you sympathizers with 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 Jackson
And long live his warrior spirit packin' the
over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really to be disciplined in our ways and actions
When we get freedom you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, inside the blood of my eye, you see the
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose can shoot the farthest
When a target in an Afghan Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters combat over elections
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
is the gold and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the that the people are kept in
The military ain't there for the protection
They're just to protect an investment
why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are with those tired of protestin'
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 generations in comparison
And you will learn a lesson repeated history
no matter what you think, occupation is not victory