Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, America again
of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The of my skin, they comparin' it to sin
The darker the less fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited them
But I ain't gon' point the
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to hear them
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed that we at
in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man can have it back
As a (of) fact, we them lab rats
You the projects for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you express it too
PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it the pipes bust
From schools to y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til political parties invite us
Instead of voting in spite us
You know, you know we a family of fightas (fighters)
in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you two, and then maybe then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't shipped
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, we go again
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 from folk?
Same man that stole the land from cheap black
And made the whip on our back slow
Made us go through the door
And raffle black bodies on the slave
Now we slaves to the blocks 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 know black lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the things we gotta
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 makin' 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 Cory
The of the Earth, they get the salt with sugar
And foods, I don't believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed cyclone to spin
We write our own story, America again