Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, America again
Think of Sandra as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The darker gets the fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I from them
But I ain't gon' point the
We got singas (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 y'all can have it
As a matter (of) fact, we lab rats
You built the projects for, now you want ya back
I guess if you rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we professionals
You know what pressure do, it the pipes bust
schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til you're political parties 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 Star
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then believe you
See people, in the future, we weren't shipped here
To rob and ya
We these truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, black Americans
Yeah, that's black America

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon 'ill get to be an older man
Black children, childhood stole from them
of our names and our language, stole again
Who the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the from cheap black smoke
And the whip crackle on our back slow
Made us go through the door
And raffle black bodies on the slave
Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we spray
our own to lay in a box
Black stomach stay in a knots
We kill each other, more than the
I wish the would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the things we gotta
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd rather the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' than Serena
It took Viola Davis to say
The of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt sugar
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, black again