Luyện nghe bài hát Bush

David
Mama ain't got no cash, aint got no doe
So went to my mama and started pimpin that hoe
Man it's hard times, niggas ain't got
Nothin but billy clubs to head and they ass kicked
Heroin in they vein, cocaine up in brain
Man what you expect, America us pain
So it, now we thugs, ??? mean drugs
And takin mean mugs, and fill 'em those slugs
I gave up fake gods, and Jesus don't like us
Why y'all think we gon' kill and just don't give a hot
Devil how you made us, ??? us up in the pen
Man we out blind, that's why we goin back in
But God, I'mma 'em, reach 'em up in these streets
Bush, I'm runnin' up in shit like a track meet
You murdered, up in where killin' is such a sin
The first month you in office you started again
But shit, we just niggas and that's how the game go
Y'all took us up out the moved us straight out to Death Row
Y'all may of, made us slaves but never us your hoe
God, you my pimp so let's start these hoes
Y'all judges some weak pussies, preaches some rapin' fags
These people made us slaves, these niggas wavin' they flags
America shit but home of the hot lick
hang us all by rope, then laugh and cut off our dick

Have niggas ever thought about
All the things we been talkin'
Down in
Down in
y'all niggas ever thought about
All the we been talkin' bout
Down in
in Mississippi
Have niggas ever thought about
All the we been talkin' bout
Down in
Down in