Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

I know you can the magic baby
Turn the lights down
whuttup?
I mean, it's what you expected it?
go

Turn the up and the headphones
Yeah, perfect
You got to your time make a **** wait on this mother****
You make **** mad and like

**** usually start after 4-bars
go in
Let's start in this mother****
Yeah, we just outta nowhere

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

Huddlin' the oven, we was like brothers then
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my friend
We had governin', who would of thought the would end
ice cold album, all good things

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

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

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

Then you mix things cars, jewelry 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 got beef between the Post and the Point
This the ring in jeopardy indefinitely

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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