Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can the magic baby
Turn the mother**** down
Esco
I mean, it's what you ain't it?
go

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, that's
You got to take your time make a **** wait on mother****
You make **** mad and ****

usually start rappin' after 4-bars
go in
Let's start dancin' in this
Yeah, we come outta nowhere

I like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got for them
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like it then'

Huddlin' over the oven, we was like then
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's
We had governin', who would of thought the love end
Like ice album, all good things

Neva thought we sing the same song all hood sang
it was all wood-grain, all good brain
You wouldn't bicker like the other talk good game
Neva imagine all the that one could reign

Could bring, should the game, and I could
It's or be killed, how could I refrain?
And foreva be in debt, that's a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good

On a friend you call and yes it could bring
Out the in every person, even the good an' sane
Though we rehearsed, it ain't the same
you put in the game at age sixteen

Then you mix things like cars, and miss things
Jealousy, ego and pride, and this
It all to a like a coin, cha-ching
The route evil strikes again, could sting

Now the team got beef between the and the Point
This puts the in jeopardy indefinitely

I feel a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't my act up for good, too much thug in 'em
Probably end up of the hood, I'm like '**** it then'

I feel like a black militant over the government
turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then'

I'm back in the hood, like, 'Hey Nas'
Blowin' on purp', on they lives
of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly **** of them gray skies

Gray 5's, hatah's wishin' our reign
Pitch, sling pies, and they sing, "Why"?
Guess ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds, keep tryin', follow the street

I'm standin' on the roof of my
I'm the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
Just an acrobat ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof my attire

Could it be the of darkness
Against hood angels of good that street politics
Makes a sweet kid turn illegal for commerce
To get his feet out of them Converse, my word

I feel like a Black Republican, money comin' in
Can't turn my on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too thug in 'em
end up back of the hood, I **** it then

I feel like a black takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for
Can't clean my act up for good, too much in 'em
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it