Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

Ayo, Ice, man
I'm working on this term paper for
What's the First

Freedom of Speech, that's some bullshit
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock ass up quick
The FCC 'Profanity, no airplay"
They can suck my dick while I take a all day

Think I a fuck about some silly bitch named Gore?
Yo, PMRC, we go, raw
Yo, Tip, the matter? You ain't getting no dick?
You're bitching about rock 'n'
censorship, dumb bitch

The Constitution says we all got a right to
Say we want, Tip, your argument is weak
Censor records, TV, school too
And who decides what's right to You?

Hey, PMRC, you stupid assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em gold
Can't you see, you idiots
The you try to suppress us, the larger we get?

(You have the to remain silent)
Fuck right, I want the right to talk
I want the to speak, I want the right to walk
Where I yell and I'm gonna
Tell and rebel every I'm on a

Microphone on the stage, illing
The knowledge I drop be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the
It's the suckers depriving the truth our children

You can't hide the fact,
violence in the streets every day
Any can recognize that
But you try to lie and lie
And say America's motherfucking apple pie

Yo, you be high to believe that
You're gonna the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
'Cos once you away my right to speak
in the world's up shit creek

Let me tell you about down
Where a motherfucker might as well not have a mouth
Columbus, Georgia, said lock me up
If I got on the in my show and said 'Fuck'

So I thought for a and said no
I even gonna do a damned show
'Cos for me to change my words my rhymes
Is never gonna happen 'cos there's no on mine

But I vowed to get motherfuckers one day
They arrested Bobby Brown and Cool J
Yo, they got theirs 'cos I'm mad and I'm gunning
and there's no running

I'm gonna you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my
You ain't nothing but a piece of fucking
On the map

of Speech, let 'em take it from me
Next they'll take it from you, what you gonna do?
Let 'em books, let 'em censor art
PMRC, this is where the witch starts

You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we
The books will
You think it out
We be able to say anything
Our lungs were meant to

Say we feel, yell out what's real
though it may not bring mass appeal
Your is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't what I'm saying, fine

But don't close it, always keep an open
A man who fails to listen is
We got one right left in the world today
Let me have it or throw The Constitution

What trying to do with radio
With this, uh, McCarron-Walter? Act and a lot of ways
Is start by saying that protecting the public
From wicked rock or girlie magazines or whatever

But if you follow the chain of dominoes that down
they're really trying to do is shut off
Our to information itself
If can't do it by law
They there's other ways to do it