Luyện nghe bài hát Warzone [Explicit]

Can't you see we in a war zone?
Guess you don't notice when you in it
Like weekend it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for the so I'mma represent it
Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, breathe
up, can't breathe
Hands up, breathe"
Hands up, can't you see we in a war zone?

They left his body swangin' down in
At a Klan rally the day before, but that mean nothing
But they say "it's suicide", I say genocide
Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain't ride
They run up on you Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
That's the difference 'tween us, die to save a million lives
Appointed when nobody couldn't think of shit
be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
They pull you over, ask you your license at
Be careful for it, you know you can die for that
And this ain't new, just got cameras so you can see the shit
Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin' the freedom at
This ain't no
Man you ain't have no justice on your mind you shot at me
But fuck it, this the way it be
Hey listen, you shoot at them then shoot at me?
Boy you are not a G
Imagine Trayvon askin' why you me
Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that's when he him down
Do that to a grown fuckin' man, drop where you
Tell my grandma go on with all prayin'
If it's a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he
I'm just a man, and I'm wrong for
But I don't get 'em it's like tellin' him to kill again
Keep fucking around, going to be on in a minute

Boy we livin' in a war
Guess you don't notice when you in it
Like every it's a man down
Ain't got no pity for the innocent so I'mma it
Dedicated, tell 'em, "Hands up, can't
Hands up, can't
Hands up, breathe"
up, can't you see we livin' in a war zone?

This goes to the white boy ran in the old church
I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you first
Ran in our place of to slaughter our grandma
go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
Hold up, I'll wait, I'll
Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for
The war on was just a war on us
us all these guns, give us all this dust
Change all laws, lock all of us up
Went Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (Free Meech)
Then hip hop came, that's we got rich
'Cause white kids to it like all us did
And that's when got slick
Invented the to take our shit
all of the artistry
Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to
Sterling, Philando right in front of the girl
And the saw
reaction was, "Hell naw"
This modern day slavery, the prison publicly
And the up
The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation's just a fuckin' of paper