Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Sandra as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The gets the less fairer it has been
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to hear them
to believe me
Who me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
or battle raps?
Or is it God's that we travel at
Endangered in our own
Them and dope, man y'all 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
That PTSD, we need
You know what pressure do, it the pipes bust
From schools to y'all, they tryna pipe us
you're political parties invite us
Instead of voting in spite us
You know, you know we from a 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 people, in the future, we weren't shipped here
To rob and ya
We hold these ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, black Americans
Yeah, that's black America

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon 'ill never get to be an man
children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, again
Who stole the soul black folk?
Same man stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our slow
Made us go the back door
And raffle bodies 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 in a knots
We kill other, more than the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a with us
I know that black lives matter, do matter to us?
are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the
As as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony? or a
Maria Sharapova makin' than Serena
It Viola Davis to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt sugar
And greasy foods, I believe the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, America again