Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The darker gets the less it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited them
But I gon' point the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to hear them
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
Drinkin' or battle
Or is it speed that we travel at
Endangered in our own
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 want ya back
I guess if you could rap, you express it too
PTSD, we need professionals
You know pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til political parties invite us
Instead of voting laws in us
You know, you know we a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't shipped
To rob and ya
We hold these ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including black
Yeah, black America again

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, here we go
'ill never get to be an older man
Black children, childhood stole from them
of our names and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul black folk?
Same man that stole the land from cheap black
And made the crackle on our back slow
us go through the back door
And raffle bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach stay in a
We each other, more than the cops
I the hatin' would stop
We are at war, in a with us
I know that lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
of educate, they'd 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 Viola 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 greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, America again