Luyện nghe bài hát Brain Nichols

I see angels me
below me
Fighting heaven, heaven, heaven
real
1: stic.man]
America's nightmare; young, black, and just don't give a
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got to lose but my handcuffs
man must choose to lay down or stand up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
they say the homie murdered the judge, I don't care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the get away
And get caught for the crime, I encourage it
We rootin' for the in black
out Absolut, salute, niggas is shootin' back
In self we bang the pistol like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every official, the boomerang
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created a monster
And now you scared cause it's coming back to you
Since we gonna the blame, I'm a rep my name to get my aim right
have an overthrow and after party in the same night
Same as Huey, same muscle build as Malcolm
With the circumstances in the hood, you know the outcome
And read it in the news about your sergeant and your
Don't take this as a warning, another nigga rappin'
the way we organizing, fuck the training and the grapplin'
And fuck them Uncle Toms who call police we smack them
And fuck you sympathizers your middle class reactions
we bangin' on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for George
And long his warrior spirit packin' the Magnum
over the soldiers, knowin' niggas be blackin'
When we really need to be disciplined in our ways and
we get some freedom you niggas can start braggin'
Till then, the blood of my eye, you see the dragon
I'm like the birth of Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar with the hardest, the martyr as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't whose missiles can shoot the farthest
When you're a target in an Afghan Forest
Close quarters combat over corrupted
Bilderberg is like cancer, it grows an
Nepotism is the and the conductor's connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The military there for the people's protection
They're just there to protect an
why people get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested with tired of protestin'
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
9/11 pale in comparison
And you will learn a repeated through history
no matter what you think, occupation is not victory