Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, although ya try to
Ya still never
The needle, thread it
poetic
Standin' with the fury they had in '66
And E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the shit
Hoover, he was a remover
give ya a dose
But it'll never close
To the rage built up of me
Fist in the air, in the land of

Movements come and go
Leaders speak, cease
their heads are flown
Cause all punks
Got in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the
Networks at work, keepin' calm
You know they after King
When he spoke out on
He turned the to the have-nots
And then the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, in this
Wit' poetry, my mind I
Flip Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to ya up
To shake ya up, to the structure up
Cause blood still in the gutter
I'm takin' photos
Mad boy open the shutter
Set the
Then stick and move like I was
Rep the stutter
Then a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several men
Who pulled schemes on the
And put it to an end
Ya beware
Of retribution with war
20/20 visions and with metaphors
at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they X
And to blame it on Islam
He the power to the have-nots
And came the shot

Ugh!
was the price on his head?
What was the on his head!

I think I heard a
I think I heard a
I think I heard a
I think I a shot
I I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I a shot

He may be a real contender for this position he
Abandon his supposed obedience to white liberal
Of non-violence and embrace black
Through counter-intelligence it should be to
Pinpoint potential trouble-makers and them,
them, neutralize them'

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! up!
up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

How Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow