Luyện nghe bài hát Civil War

[Immortal
The ghetto is a prison, with invisible bars
No matter where you ride, it always follows you you are
And its hard out there, for a pimp to get
But its harder for the hooker he beat the shit outta
I got niggas underground in the Confederate
Ironically from slavery that prison creates
So I hate on the south, I respect they vision
I just hate on niggas that Samboism
And white execs that to see us in that position
reflect the stereotypes of Americas vision
They us dancing, cooning and hollering
Only respect us for playing sports and
More than racism, its stay in your
More are trapped in practical blackface-ism
So fuck a War between the North and the South
Its between field niggas and that are stuck in the house

[Chorus: D]
war for the soul of a nation
This is a struggle to save
Demonstrations the occupation
The annihilation of mental

Civil war for the soul of a
We fight for the of our civilization
the corrupt government organizations
Trying to survive assassination

Mike]
Crip niggas, Blood nigga, eses,
Why the fuck we warring with each population?
The devil dead all our population
People in nation, why the separation?
Why we got hatin on Haitians
When the British and raped both nations?
Mexicans and Blacks kill each other, hating
the government profits from prison population
If you on the bottom, be you or Asian
You gotta the realness of what Im sayin
You gotta recognize another G the enemy
When the police ride to kill us
We gotta the youth see, where the truth be
If you a G, grow and develop GD
50 years of gangs and our still poor
If we run the streets, we should really end war

Chuck D]
Civil war for the of a nation
This is a struggle to civilization
Demonstrations the occupation
The of mental colonization

war for the soul of a nation
We fight for the of our civilization
the corrupt government organizations
Trying to cultural assassination

Ali]
Listen, our hearts were torn apart just like was
towers full of souls fall to sawdust
Everytime we your office you ignored us
Now you holding on us all inside a Congress
Microscopes on us, ask if Jihadists
My answer was in line with all of the Fathers
I think Patrick said it best; Give me or death
I shall never accept anything
You claim innocence, you victimless
But you gave the kiss of death in the of self defense
and theft have brought the nations to the end
Of pacifying citizenry with excess
We in freedom, justice, security
But only pure when theyre applied universally
So certainly if I rage against the
My aim was to clean the germs out of the circuitry
Heard you need putting fear inside your
Make you burn Qurans and tell me not to build a
Me, my wife and babies we aint never jihad
We just want to our heads to the floor and talk to God
Ask him to every blemish from my heart
The greatest threat of harm doesnt come any bomb
The moment you the human rights of just a few
What happens when few includes you?
war