Luyện nghe bài hát Free Bo

I'm x10
I'm Free!
Free!
Free!

(Hook)
You can my ways, shackle and chain me
Back straight, tall, child of God I'm (Free!)
Spit in my face, hold me
I keep my feet firm to the ground I'm (Free!)

(Verse 1)
Ya the house nigga, the label is the plantation
Now switch that for your emancipation
You in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat with an option to kill
They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of streets
Choruses of cocaine tales and black
Only to trade niggas professional athletes
They'll take that
that publishing
Pack that black ass, ship you to
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real from underground like Harriet Tubman
While stay struggling, we smuggle MCs through the streets
They'll be on mixed CDs, hustlin'
Klan me on the block and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"

(Hook)

Ok...

(Verse 2)
I give birth to verses in churches with no
So please pardon my postpartum
A-list MCs can spit it in
For immature minds to get it with each
Three of a man ask nigga with no plans,
"How you discussin' publishing without a? Man.?"
They got digital codes on the for them to scan
So even when you sample a snare you the clan
Now Google Pharoahe Monch, "trescadecaphobia" (triskaidekaphobia")
I'll explain while these 'City Banks' 'watch over
I peeped the in my sleep
To be honest man, we never had a 'Mutual' relationship 'Washington' (Why?)
Cause i they put the virus in the latex
Condoms that they us, call it "Safe Sex"
When i spit, they not call it just a glitch in the Matrix
But an errorless, terror that they aint even face yet

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