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 gets the less fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited them
But I ain't gon' point the
We got annoyed (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to hear songs
Sometimes to me
Who me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it God's speed that we at
Endangered in our own
Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it
As a matter (of) fact, we lab rats
You built the for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you express it too
PTSD, we need professionals
You know pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna us
'Til political parties invite us
Instead of voting laws in us
You know, you we from a family of fightas (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 hold these truths ta (to) be
All men and women are equal, including black Americans
Yeah, that's black America

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon 'ill never get to be an man
Black children, they childhood stole from
Robbed of our names and our language, again
Who stole the soul from folk?
Same man that stole the from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our 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 mothers' stomach in a knots
We each other, more than the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a with us
I that black lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the things we discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd convict the kids
As as the water in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony? or a
Maria Sharapova makin' more 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, get the salt with sugar
And foods, I don't believe the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, America again