Luyện nghe bài hát Q.U.E.E.N. (Prince Remix)

Girl, this is
Let me you

I believe all of the things they say about me
Walk in the room they shade left to right
They be like, "Ooh, she face"
And I just tell 'em cut me up and get
They call us dirty 'cause we break all your rules
And we just to act a fool, is that alright?
(Girl, alright)
be like, "Ooh, let them eat cake."
But we eat wings and throw them bones on the

Am I a freak for around?
Am I a freak for down?
I'm coming up, don't cut me
I wanna be, wanna be

Is it peculiar that she twerk in the
And am I weird to alone late at night?
And is it true all insane?
And I tell 'em, "No we ain't" and get down

I heard this life is just a play with no
I wonder this be my final act tonight
And me what's the price of fame?
Am I a sinner with my skirt on the

Am I a freak for dancing
Am I a freak for getting
I'm coming up, cut me down
I wanna be, wanna be

Hey brother can you my soul from the devil?
Say is it weird to the way she wear her tights?
And is it to wear my shades?
Am I a because I love watching Mary? (Maybe)

Hey am I good enough for your heaven?
Say will God accept me in my black and white?
Will he approve the way I'm
Or should I the programming and get down?

Am I a for dancing around?
Am I a freak for getting
I'm up, don't cut me down
Yeah I be, wanna be

Even if it makes others
I love who I am
Even if it other uncomfortable
I will who I am

Shake the break of dawn
Don't a thing, so duh
I can't take it no
Baby, we in groove
Monae and E.
in the black and white
We got the drums so
Baby, here the freedom song
Too we moving on
there's melody
Show you way
This joints for unknown
home and sing your song
But you gotta
Because the booty lie

No, no, the booty lie
Oh no, the booty lie

Yeah, let's it
I don't think understand what I'm trying to say

I a question like this
"Are we a lost of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll make us equal.
She who writes the movie the script and the sequel.
So why ain't the of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground hard for the greedy,
But when it's time pay they turn and call us needy.
My too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid, I'm to free Kansas City.

Mixing masterminds like your Bernie Grundman.
Well I'm gonna keep like a young Harriet Tubman
You can my wings but I'm still goin' fly
And even when you edit me the booty lie
Yeah, keep singing and I'mma keep songs
I'm tired of Marvin me, "What's Going On?
March to the streets 'cause I'm and I'm able
Categorize me, I every label
And while you're selling dope, we're gonna keep selling
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta
Will you be electric
Electric ladies, will you
Or you preach?"