Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The of my skin, they comparin' it to sin
The darker gets the less it has been
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I gon' point the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
to hear them songs
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
or battle raps?
Or is it God's that we travel at
in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man can have it back
As a matter (of) fact, we them lab
You the projects for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would it too
PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it the pipes bust
From schools to y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til political parties invite us
Instead of laws in spite us
You know, you know we a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star
Maybe you two, and then maybe then we'll 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 created equal, including black
Yeah, that's black again

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon never get to be an older man
Black children, they stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, stole
Who stole the soul from folk?
Same man stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the crackle on our back slow
Made us go through the back
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the cause on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black stomach stay in a knots
We each other, more than the cops
I the hatin' would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that lives matter, do they matter to us?
These are the things we discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the
As dirty as the in Flint, the system is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more than
It took Viola Davis to say
The of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, they get the with sugar
And foods, I don't believe the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into cyclone to
We write our own story, black again