Luyện nghe bài hát Hannibal Lecture

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

Aiyyo we all in now, all in together now
Hard soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on 'em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my down the streets of New York, they feel me
I grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual 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 holla and I said it was cool
know about the album and the Enemy's new
How P.E. and Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread politics, you know how it go
'Bout the war and how it's shitty that we for dough
Then the reporter a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was my last
How if every day I worried 'bout my in this
I'd be murdered on these in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our
If my was abducted, never heard from again
I began to compare it, so he could
When I made the parallels how they livin abroad
I can't ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for
And the cold part it, life is cheaper than that
there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the confused
Damned by the media that keep 'em
I around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds at night
Same racism, profilin of us all
Same outsiders where we live the law
clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats burn folks for pay
Same conditions in we die everyday
Same and ignorance, now what will it take
to break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people
That's why I'm fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of for 'em
though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
Money for rebuilding but, about home?
When the way we is shitty where's the love for our own?
I can't it, it's real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I'll be suicided cause I hit you with
See kill for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music from a to you, now listen

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Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta
Save us, us