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, comparin' it to sin
The darker gets the less fairer it has
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I ain't point the finga
We got singas (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed that we at
in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man y'all can it back
As a matter (of) fact, we lab rats
You built the projects for, now you ya hood back
I guess if you rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need
You know what pressure do, it makes the bust
From schools to y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til you're parties invite us
Instead of voting in spite us
You know, you we from a family of fightas (fighters)
in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then we'll you
See black people, in the future, we weren't shipped
To rob and ya
We hold these truths ta (to) be
All men and women are created equal, including black
Yeah, that's black America

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon never get to be an older man
children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our and our language, stole again
Who stole the from black folk?
Same man that stole the land from cheap black
And the whip crackle on our back slow
Made us go through the back
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we spray
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach in a knots
We kill each other, more than the
I wish the hatin' stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that black lives matter, do they to us?
are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, rather convict the kids
As as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony? or a
Maria Sharapova makin' than Serena
It took Davis to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Bookers
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed into to spin
We write our own story, America again