Luyện nghe bài hát Black Republican

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

Turn the music up and the
Yeah, that's
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 come 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 brothers
Though you was other than a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of thought the would end
Like ice cold album, all good

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

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

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

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

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

I feel like a Black Republican, I got 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
Probably end up back of the hood, I'm '**** it then'

I feel a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too 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', reflectin' on lives
of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly **** instead of gray skies

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

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

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

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

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