Luyện nghe bài hát Black America

(narration)
"The number of educational assistants that will be back in September has gone down and that has some worried that students won't be getting the attention they need"
"We're going to continue the from yesterday...."
"Thirteen year old Sharell Reeds says she likes her 8th grade History teacher Mr. Midding but isn't how long he'll be around. Mr. Midding is the 10th person to teach this class since school started in September. Ten teachers in six months. Many of them weren't there long enough to learn the children's names."
"We don't have to go in a rent shit, we got our own housing, we got our own cars, we got our own hoes, we got our own clothes. You know, simple...new car new house..kids get to go to school, private school paid for courtesy of the mob"

One
What's with Black America
we teach our kids to want a big ole
big ole rims, loud
they into a stereotype
that ball but barely read or write
know right from but wanna get on (whoop)
black house be a mama,
no damn daddy, barely keep the on
forty thou as a school teacher
fuck wishing upon a
educated
they get hit a bill for a quarter mill
you trippin' my
They teachin' kids, I think you pay 'em mo
Cause crack dealers got big bank roll
I tell my kids
Wanna be a President Obama
or to be a DJ, like
Packin' Don Cannon
the money thing that makes sense
I'm
my models was Tupac, P and Papa
yes
as I lay me to sleep
I the lord my soul to keep
if I should die before i
I'ma leave my my extra weight
I'ma leave the homie my drugs
and all the phone to all the plugs
I go to school or should I sell drugs?
That's in Black America

(narration)
"I don't know...we don't count what we spend, but we know we spend a lot. you know what I mean..so we count this money. If it ain't Benjamin or Franklin or Benjamin Franklin...we paid.... I ain't carry that"
don't' go broke too
ya dig
you know that
go broke too quick
Next month motherfucker gonna be cryin, to pay my rent, bitch you just had six thousand dollars"
(street is cutthroat)

2
Street is cut throat
If you a nigga, sell dope
You go to school, you dropout
and if you up, you get knocked out
Priority? what's that?
I'ma buy my baby Baby Jordans
Fuck bills, this more important
I'm chill all day my niggas, smoking
On section eight? worry, things gonna be straight in a hurry
I'ma rob steal, kill a
I drink all day cause my blurry
The funny thing when my nigga home from the penn
we all
but a nigga come with a four year degree we don't give a fuck
cause that nigga's fake and real
My nigga, at what we teach our kids
Rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims,
My nigga, look at what we our youth
Gold chain, kill a nigga, gold chain,
I remember when my favorite rapper
fuck school nigga, with me
fuck a job nigga, bang me
fuck jail nigga, with me
That's in Black America
That's in Black America
life in Black America
That's life in Black
Life in Black

(narration)
"I my city, I love my niggas no matter how gritty you is"
"Just see getting shot and was more for my ego, that was more for my image, I could, now I could walk around like Superman"
"They show off their scars the way war veterans Purple Hearts"
"I'm to this gang banging shit.. I'm used to this street shit"
"These niggas hoods dangerous than mine"
"Gang members like Little J and his smoke kush every day"
"Grade A Kush...we smoke so much of Kush it should be against the law"
"He'll end up or in prison"

3
Dead, in jail or alive come on my nigga showtime
Fuck them niggas on the side of town
better grab pump cause it's go time
No rappers, actors or ball
we a bunch or real trying to ball, player
Flaunt that shit my hood my nigga, they gone in and take it all player
no player
now hey, wish a nigga make my day
Fuck 401k, that don't mean
my niggas roll deep with an Ak all day
Better watch out for them sharks, they be swimming
Cops come round this motherfucka every time real nigga like me winnin'
They don't care if I'm killin', they just if I'm shippin'
don't care if I'm killin'
long as it's another man
with strap man
I could shoot the nigga dead and keep
Genocide and
is we gonna til there's no one left
sad that we gotta another black man
for street cred and some hood respect

My favorite rapper
fuck nigga, bang with me
a job nigga, bang with me
fuck jail nigga, bang me
That's in Black America
That's life in America
life in Black America
That's in Black America
in Black America
crack dealer got big roll,
my teacher, got no bank
look at what we our kids
rims, jewelry, rims, jewelry, rims,

(narration)
"it's was my brother, it was like the other half of my heart and he gone now"