Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

Aiyyo we all in together now, all in now
Hard truth soldierin, truth soldier SHIT
Keep on 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes up the block
We hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
Wanna know the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla is keepin it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you how it go
'Bout the war and how it's that we murder for dough
Then the reporter a question, that I had to mash
How, I act if every day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried my family in this
I'd be murdered on these street in a puddle of
Or if I would get news that my brother had died
If ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody all our thangs
If my was abducted, never heard from again
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the parallels with how livin abroad
I ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
And the cold part about it, is cheaper than that
Down people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the people
Damned by the media that keep 'em
I been the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds at night
racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that'll folks for pay
Same conditions in 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 my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we live is shitty the love for our own?
I can't it, it's real, I hit you with proof
Maybe be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than what we say on to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my you gotta [x3]
Save us, us