Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The darker gets the fairer it has been
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I ain't point the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them
to believe me
Who me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it God's that we travel at
Endangered in our own
Them guns and dope, man can have it back
As a matter (of) fact, we them lab
You built the projects for, now you want ya back
I guess if you could rap, you express it too
That PTSD, we professionals
You what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they pipe us
you're political parties invite us
Instead of voting laws in us
You know, you know we from a of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
you need two, and then maybe then we'll believe you
See people, in the future, we weren't shipped here
To rob and ya
We hold truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are equal, including black Americans
Yeah, that's America again

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon 'ill get to be an older man
Black children, they stole from them
Robbed of our and our language, stole again
Who stole the from black folk?
Same man that stole the from cheap black smoke
And made the whip on our back slow
Made us go through the door
And raffle bodies on the slave blocks
Now we to the blocks cause on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach in a knots
We kill other, more than the cops
I wish the would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the things we discuss
The new plantation,
of educate, they'd rather convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more Serena
It Viola Davis to say this
The roles of the and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, we refuse
into cyclone to spin
We write our own story, black America