Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, America again
Think of Sandra as I'm starin' in the wind
The of my skin, they comparin' it to sin
The darker gets the less it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited them
But I ain't point the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to them songs
to believe me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
or battle raps?
Or is it God's that we travel at
Endangered in our own
Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it
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
PTSD, we need professionals
You what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
you're political parties invite us
Instead of voting laws in us
You know, you know we a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Wars
Maybe you need two, and maybe then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we shipped here
To rob and ya
We these truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including black
Yeah, black America again

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, here we go
'ill never get to be an older man
Black children, childhood stole from them
of our names and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul from folk?
man that stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back
Made us go through the back
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stay in a knots
We each other, more than the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a battle us
I know black lives matter, do they matter to us?
are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more than
It took Viola Davis to say
The roles of the and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, get the salt with sugar
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed cyclone to spin
We write our own story, black America