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, standin' tall, of God I'm (Free!)
Spit in my face, me down
I keep my feet to the ground cause I'm (Free!)

(Verse 1)
Ya A&R's the nigga, the label is the plantation
Now switch that advance for your
You in the field, like picked cotton for real
I pop glocks like Beat with an option to kill
They take the strongest of to compete in a track meet
For the king of the city, sing songs of back
Choruses of cocaine and black heat
Only to niggas like professional athletes
They'll that merchandising
that publishing
Pack that black ass, you to London
Buy a way to France, Germany,
A real rogue from underground Harriet Tubman
While y'all stay struggling, we smuggle MCs the streets
They'll be bubblin' on mixed CDs,
Klan seen me on the and said, "Freeze!"
I said, "Fuck you! I'm a man, I'm Free!"

(Hook)

Ok...

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

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