Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Da Road Jack

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I remember us blacks were on our backs
Across tracks we live, now we packin' in Cadillacs
Or Pontiac if you know I'm sayin'
Po' old nigg thinks it's a Caddy and now playin' mack daddy

But all right I blame it all on Jack
Who's Jack you ask me, you say, I say it time
But the rhyme goes into head down to your toes
And you me play it off like a diss, yo

Let's go and diss the wick wack, wiggedy whack in fact
I'm hit the road Jack for the hook
I'll play it by the for the track, I'll bring it back
Look out, hit da road

Hit da Jack
Hit da Jack
Hit da Jack

Don't you back, don't you come back
you come back, don't you come back

Black is black and white is
That's all right if you're right, all right, no need to fight, yo
respect if your nature's in check a little
If not expect me to a doodle do a riddle

Just actin' cracka proves to be a to me
I refuse to be a negro but we grow to be people, people
But our had 'em playin' us out
Like we was

But if you it and break it down, full of noise
But Jack and his boys keep what they wanna do
But hear me out Jack goes under color to kill one
some blacks act devil too

And if you see him, you can by his act
Not his word but his deed and we bleed all because of
of a dirty rat and if you act like that
Step back and hit da road

Hit da Jack
Hit da road
Hit da road

Don't you come back, don't you come back, you come back
Don't you come back, you come back, don't you come back

Don't you come back, don't you come back, don't you back
Don't you come back, don't you come

Not Jack the Ripper or the of Spades, I'm not jackin' for beats
Let's get Jack the Raper, mothers cried while forefathers died from the
And not a bit ever made the paper I come they all run and hide
And they quit and yell loud, here he come dat black s***

I'm through wit' Jack bein' the quarterback of the
played out like bell-bottom jeans, you know
I took a line from the Source for that
I know feel the same, thank you, hit da road Jack

Hit da road
Hit da road
Hit da road

you come back, don't you come back
Don't you come back, you come back
Come back no

Don't you come back, don't you back
Don't you back, don't you come back
Don't you come back, don't you back
Come back no more, don't you come