Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The of my skin, they comparin' it to sin
The darker gets the less fairer it has
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from
But I gon' point the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to hear them
to believe me
Who me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it God's speed we travel at
in our own habitat
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 hood
I guess if you could rap, you would it too
That PTSD, we professionals
You know pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they pipe us
'Til you're political parties us
of voting laws in spite us
You know, you we from a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then we'll you
See black people, in the future, we weren't here
To rob and ya
We hold truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including Americans
Yeah, that's black America

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon 'ill get to be an older man
children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our and our language, stole again
Who the soul from black folk?
Same man stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back
Made us go the back door
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach stay in a
We each other, more than the cops
I wish the hatin' stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, rather convict the kids
As as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' than Serena
It took Viola to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is all they gave us
We [?], [?], and Cory Bookers
The of the Earth, they get the salt with sugar
And foods, I don't believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed cyclone to spin
We our own story, black America again