Luyện nghe bài hát Freedom Of Speech

You really don't understand, do
Hey man, don't you realize in order for us to make thing work man
got to get rid of the pimps and the pushers and the prostitutes
And then start all again clean?
Hey look, pushing me anywhere, ok?
I mean not you, not the cops, man
I you wanna get rid of the pushers I'll help you
But don't your people left to me
Oh come on
you see that we can't get rid of one without getting rid of the other
We gotta come down on both of them at the time
In order for this whole thing to work for the

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Good to those who wait
I don't involve wth who make noise or indulge in hate
I to God, may Allah make my bars be great
So my job secure in my broad is late
I got no time to it down and contemplate
Niggas hungry for a change so eight
Years, here never, Rayful
Kept it moving, weather
Crack babies turned crack sellers, still got
That happens when you nigga with no product
Unathletic, sad though when it's no calling
So now you the strapped niggas that want problems
No problem, and the ain't changed in years
And I'm optimistic at times for politics can't erase the
Pro-black is dead, self-loathing and
Whole feel misplaced since the Reagan Era
Che Guevera ??
Hear cries from black for convisary
And the cops'll now, the town is different
See the like black mamba, brown omitted
Little gentrification which gender-specific
All us is niggas, a few of niggas is bitches
Dig it, cigar lit up, Obama got a longer
You gotta get involved unless that boy sizzle

Yeah, one under God
about the guap, I hate to break your heart
Just my part
low, pray to God
For all the hate shown, it made it hard to
Could be a race war, niggas on mark
somebody start

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Conspiracy theorists in my
And feel my shit is somehow different albeit
It be the image of my niggas
And your is ruining my vision, dig that
My president mulatto, a resident of of serato
A penny for your thoughts, my worth a dollar
Get off my fucking George
As far as little Bush, I'm thinking little Rallo
Do you or did I lose you?
Ms. Dash, yeah, she bad, but the still clueless
get her, not little
Witherspoon feeder the seats fill up, get me
Paranormans on my feet nigga,
I, in chief, nigga, Bentley
Exercise of speech, nigga, get me
But just ain't me, nigga, feel me?