Luyện nghe bài hát NO MORE TEARDROPS

VIC MENSA FEAT. YUSEF & WYATT WADDELL - NO MORE TEARDROPS

No more teardrops, no teardrops
No more teardrops (Hold on!), no more
No more teardrops, no more
No more teardrops, no teardrops
No more teardrops, no teardrops

Police cars on fire in the
gas and the dogs on a leash
The seem like somethin' in the sixties
They takin' knees like Lewinsky
They beating women like Bobby did
That's why the blue we salute is to Nipsey
Juneteenth barbecue at the
Hanging by the pigtails, burned down
Strange fruits still swingin' the trees
White folks protesting 'cause can't leave
Try twenty-five to life, that's a quarantine
They just take the mask off they can't breathe
But we got officers in our esophagus
Face blue 'cause he running out of
Got his brains by one of his accomplices
Add you to the of his accomplishments
He forward in the night, now we're mourning
Black fist up to warrants
But the fascism ain't the army warrin'
at the way the patriarchy took and tore him
Look at the blood, the streets filled teardrops
I slavin' for 'em, I ain't 'bout to share crop
off, my wrist lock in gridlock
I'm with this shits, nigga, 'til the stop

No teardrops, no more teardrops
No more teardrops, no tears
No more teardrops, no more
No teardrops, no more tears

I'm of only seein' niggas at the funeral
Tired of learnin' my name at the eulogy
I'm tired of wearin' suits, man, this ain't
I'm tired of runnin', but the cops shooting me
Niggas dyin' and we still buyin'
Nigga, this ain't the for the tomfoolery
A sign of the times, shit ain't it used to be
I throw a hoodie on, look at what do to me
.223 cocked, I need a handout
This Street, we done got a bailout
try to tell us to believe in the government
But even when Barack is president, niggas had to rocks
One out of fifteen niggas in the block
The fourteen, don't nobody care about
I'm in the courtroom pullin' my out
I get another year for each one of my dreadlocks
At times, you fight back to get your life back
But if you back, you might get your life jacked
And just to fight back, you gotta have the right
'Cause Cochran gonna hit you with the price tag
Malcolm X, Newton, they don't like that
Hell, hell nah, they don't like
First try to hit me with a nightstick
I'm going for my clip, I ain't out like that

No more teardrops, no teardrops
No teardrops, no more tears
No teardrops, no more teardrops
No teardrops, no more tears

Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, 'em off)
Can you feel that pain? (Shake 'em, 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel that (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, time for a change! (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you feel pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Can you that pain? (Shake 'em, shake 'em, shake 'em off)
Say, It's for a change!
I I'm at war
All I ever wanted to do was without fear
(All he wanted, wanted)
Now I'm all tied up (All up)
With to go (Nowhere to go, oh)

negro, keeper of the cult
My heart and the Ghost (I hear)
Of the South (I hear)
First I assert my memory, my moccasins (I hear)
They observed I had a cottonmouth, I spoke (I hear)
I spit fire was stored up in my bones, then I smoke (I hear)
Listen though, our skin-folk kinfolk
That's what I kept my dome on a swivel for in this, war
They want me to up and dribble more
Black soil, got rich from the
Struggle, marriage, still engaged in
Looking for real armed men and I'm
Turing Birmingham into a hot plate to feed my
they dug it (dug it, dug it)