Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any
You wouldn't need any to the Constitution
I don't see any American dream, I see an American
I'm one of the 42 million black who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Snatch Flav as my pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast
On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is
Smash down Lennox, up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was
Wanna know the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is it movin
bread talkin politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to
How, I would act if every day was my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my family in
I'd be murdered on these street in a puddle of
Or if I would get some news that my had died
If they ran up in my house and my kids and my wife
Or if we was and somebody took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never heard from
I began to compare it, so he observe
I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat for free
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper that
Down people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
that, propoganda got the people confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em
I been the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders where we enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same prisons full of brothers in like sheep
Same that'll burn folks for pay
Same in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the away?
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of for 'em
Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin
Money for rebuilding but, what about
When the way we live is where's the love for our own?
I can't it, it's real, I hit you with proof
I'll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See kill for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta
us, save us