Luyện nghe bài hát Wake Up

on!
Ugh!

Come on, ya try to discredit
Ya never edit
The needle, I'll it
Radically
Standin' the fury that they had in '66
And like I'm mad
knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body
I'll ya a dose
But never come close
To the rage built up of me
Fist in the air, in the of hypocrisy

come and movements go
Leaders speak, cease
When their are flown
Cause all these
Got bullets in their
Departments of police, the judges, the
Networks at work, keepin' people
You they went after King
he spoke out on Vietnam
He the power to the have-nots
And then the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in
Wit' poetry, my I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never dat finesse
Whadda I got to, I got to do to wake ya up
To ya up, to break the structure up
Cause still flows in the gutter
I'm like photos
Mad boy kicks the shutter
Set the
Then stick and move like I was
Rep the stutter
bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several men
Who pulled schemes on the
And put it to an end
Ya better
Of with mind war
visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, people calm
Ya they murdered X
And tried to blame it on
He the power to the have-nots
And came the shot

Ugh!
was the price on his head?
What was the on his head!

I I heard a shot
I think I heard a
I I heard a shot
I think I a shot
I think I a shot
I think I heard, I think I a shot

He may be a contender for this position should he
Abandon his supposed to white liberal doctrine
Of non-violence and embrace black
Through counter-intelligence it should be to
Pinpoint potential and neutralize them,
them, neutralize them'

Wake up! Wake up! up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! up!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is you sow