Luyện nghe bài hát Angels & Demons

[feat. dead prez & Bazaar

"What do you see you're in the dark and the demons come? "
"I see you. I see you standing over the of another dead president"

[Hook: Royale]
I see angels me
below me
Fighting over heaven, heaven,
real

1: stic.man]
America's young, black, and just don't give a fuck
Run up in the and wet 'em up
Got nothing to but my handcuffs
Every man must choose to lay down or up
It's war time, everything is fair, no
When they say the homie murdered the judge, I care
Fuck 'em, he deserved it, long as the homie get
And don't get for the crime, I encourage it
We for the villain in black
Pourin' out Absolut, salute, is shootin' back
In self defense we bang the like
Davis or Brian Nichols
Every pig, every public official, the
Is coming to get you, you reap what you sow
The system you created created a
And now you cause it's coming back to haunt you

x2]

[Verse 2:
Since we gonna take the blame, I'm a rep my to get my aim right
Let's have an and after party in the same night
Same height as Huey, muscle build as Malcolm
With the same circumstances in the hood, you the outcome
And read it in the news your sergeant and your captain
Don't take this as a warning, just another rappin'
Fuck the way we organizing, fuck the training and the
And fuck Uncle Toms who call police because we smack them
And you sympathizers with your middle class reactions
Cause we on the system, G'd up, fuck the factions
And if you didn't know, the G was for George
And long live his warrior packin' the Magnum
Watching over the soldiers, knowin' be blackin'
When we really need to be in our ways and actions
When we get some freedom you niggas can braggin'
Till then, inside the of my eye, you see the dragon

x2]

[Verse 3: Technique]
I'm the birth of baby Mohammed, the movement I started
Can spar the hardest, the martyr regarded as Spartacus-hearted
It doesn't matter whose missiles can shoot the
When you're a target in an Tutoberg Forest
Close quarters combat over corrupted
Bilderberg is cancer, it grows an infection
Nepotism is the gold and the connection
And ignorance is the prison that the people are in
The ain't there for the people's protection
They're there to protect an investment
That's why get arrested, electrocuted, molested
Connected streets are infested with those of protestin'
Traumatized grow to guerilla garrisons
generations pale in comparison
And you will learn a repeated through history
no matter what you think, occupation is not victory

[Outro: Immortal
Somalia,
Nigeria,
Iraq, it back

x2]