Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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Being here in America make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an
Why if birth you an American you wouldn't need any legislation
You wouldn't need any to the Constitution
I don't see any American dream, I see an nightmare
I'm one of the 42 million people who are the victims of America

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
Hard soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they me
I smooth grip, and hit up the
Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy
On the street they my beat, my 69 is fast
down Lennox, head up to the 'View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was
Wanna about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it
Breakin bread talkin politics, you how it go
'Bout the war and how shitty that we murder for dough
the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried my family in this
I'd be on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had
If they ran up in my house and held my and my wife
Or if we was looted and took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never heard again
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the parallels how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, another for free
And the cold part about it, life is than that
there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the people
Damned by the that keep 'em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my
sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with
Same prisons full of brothers herded in sheep
Same turncoats that'll burn for pay
conditions in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now will it take
to break the cycle, get the people away?
why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
Even though my heart out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
for rebuilding but, what about home?
When the way we is shitty where's the love for our own?
I can't decide it, it's real, I hit you proof
Maybe I'll be suicided I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than we say on records to you
the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my life you [x3]
Save us, us