Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the
The of my skin, they comparin' it to sin
The darker the less fairer it has been
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I ain't point the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to them songs
to believe me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
or battle raps?
Or is it speed that we travel at
in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it
As a matter (of) fact, we them lab
You built the projects for, now you ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would it too
That PTSD, we professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the bust
schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til you're political parties us
Instead of laws in spite us
You know, you know we from a of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't here
To rob and ya
We these truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are 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
Black children, they stole from them
of our names and our language, stole again
Who the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the land from black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our slow
Made us go through the door
And raffle black 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 in a knots
We kill each other, more the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that black lives matter, do they to us?
These are the things we discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, rather convict the kids
As dirty as the in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony? or a
Maria makin' more than Serena
It took Viola Davis to say
The of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We [?], [?], and Cory Bookers
The salt of the Earth, get the salt with sugar
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, black again