Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier
on servin '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 dual pipes burn up the
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, blast
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I it was cool
know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, I had to mash
How, I act if every day was maybe my last
How if day I worried 'bout my family in this
I'd be murdered on these street in a of piss
Or if I would get some that my brother had died
If ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, heard from again
I to compare it, so he could observe
When I made the parallels with how they livin
I can't it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, another for free
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my
Same sirens, same ghetto swirlin at night
racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders where we live the law
Gats clappin on the streets, with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in 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 cycle, get the people away?
That's why I'm out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for but, what about home?
When the way we live is shitty where's the love for our
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you with
Maybe 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