Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, America again
Think of 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' the finga
We got singas (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to them songs
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it God's speed we travel at
Endangered in our own
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 express it too
That PTSD, we need
You know pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til you're political invite us
of voting laws in spite us
You know, you we from 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 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 created equal, including Americans
Yeah, that's black America

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon never get to be an older man
Black children, they childhood stole them
Robbed of our and our language, stole again
Who the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the land from cheap black
And the whip crackle on our back slow
Made us go the back door
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 stay in a
We kill other, more than the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a battle us
I know black lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, rather convict the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more Serena
It Viola Davis to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt sugar
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, black America