Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black again
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The darker gets the less fairer it has
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to them songs
to believe me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it speed that we travel at
in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man can have it back
As a matter (of) fact, we lab rats
You the projects for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you rap, you would express it too
PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the bust
schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til you're political invite us
Instead of voting in spite us
You know, you know we from a family of (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in 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 these truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and are created equal, including black Americans
Yeah, that's America again

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon 'ill never get to be an man
Black children, they childhood stole from
Robbed of our names and our language, again
Who stole the soul from black
Same man that stole the land from cheap smoke
And the whip crackle on our back slow
Made us go the back door
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the cause on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black stomach stay in a knots
We kill each other, than the cops
I the hatin' would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I that black 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 in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony? or a
Maria Sharapova more than Serena
It took Davis to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they us
We need [?], [?], and Bookers
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with
And foods, I don't believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed cyclone to spin
We write our own story, America again