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letra de anti-anthem - yung-rare

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[hook]
f-ck that
f-ck you
f-ck this (ah)

god d-mn, b-tch i be mad for no reason
if you don’t give a f-ck
throw your middle fingers up
bang your chest again so

i can’t scream, no no no
i can’t breath, yeah yeah yeah
i can’t scream, no no no
i can’t breath, in america

[verse]
i just wanna walk the streets and break sh-t
i’m sick, i’m tired
i’m sick n-gga, f-ck this
can’t even trust sh-t
n-ggas get pulled over police start bustin

they want war we gon give it to em
b-tch i’m the angel of death, i got my glock on my chest
feds will take away my life if they ever hear about it
but i’d rather do the time then get caught up without it
(suck my) n-ggas must be buggin they ain’t f-ckin with me
got my brother by my side, pistol clutchin with me
it ain’t nothin to bust you (yo)
it ain’t nothin to (?) you (no)

if he a n-gga then we all n-ggas
we ball with him, rob sh-t, shoot cops and fall with him
b-tch i’m tryna go to war, til i fall upon my sword
are you really tryna die for your country, n-gga?

[hook]
f-ck that
f-ck you
f-ck this (ah)

god d-mn, b-tch i be mad for no reason
if you don’t give a f-ck
throw your middle fingers up
bang your chest again so

i can’t scream, no no no
i can’t breath, yeah yeah yeah
i can’t scream, no no no
i can’t breath, in america

- yung rare

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