Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

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

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, here we go
'ill never get to be an older man
Black children, they childhood stole them
of our names and our language, stole again
Who the soul from black folk?
Same man stole the land from cheap black smoke
And the whip crackle on our back slow
Made us go through the back
And black bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach stay in a
We kill each other, more the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a with us
I know that black matter, do they matter to us?
These are the we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, rather convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the is
Is it a felony? or a
Maria Sharapova makin' than Serena
It took Viola to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all gave us
We [?], [?], and Cory Bookers
The salt of the Earth, get the salt with sugar
And greasy foods, I believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
into cyclone to spin
We our own story, black America again