Luyện nghe bài hát BLACK EFFECT

Can you tell us love?
Hmm, well love of children
of self
of God
Love of a
All of them have a different
But all of is the same in the end
It's sensitivity, it's about passion
It's about unconditional giving of self to another
And love of humanity
That's the love that is right now needed
of humanity
But in everything, in all of that love, is a soul
It's like when you some eggs and break them
And you take the shells and mix up
Trying to the ones that match
And you find the perfect
When you find the perfect
compatibility results in passion
Results in unconditional giving of

[Chorus:
I'm good on any MLK
I'm good on any MLK
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm X
Haters my effect, they want that Das EFX
Get your hands up high a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a
Now hands I can see them, fuck a false arrest

[Verse 1:
This all white fit that I shit permanent
The fro I grow got no perm in it
Hmm, a late but he best dressed
Got slowed by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the in the projects, bitch I'm reckless
Extra hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
than the Essence fest
The behind the pass is so effortless
LeBron James to you
Dapper Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the
I made my own so now they're anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock life you
Since the Khalif died, they've at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is comin'
The FCC, the FBI or the IRS
I pass the alphabet, boys, like an eye

[Chorus: JAY-Z and
I'm good on any MLK (I'm good)
I'm good on any MLK (He good)
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters dreadin' my effect, they that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a
Put your where I can see them, fuck a false arrest

[Post-Chorus:
Higher,
Higher,
Higher,
Higher,

[Verse 2: JAY-Z, and both]
I'm any way I go, any way I go (go)
I pull up the Freedom Riders, hop out on rodeo
Stunt with your curls, lips, Sarah Baartman hips
hop into my jeans, like I hop into my whip
Mobbin' in a like Melo
Come up out that motherfucker like Hello, Hello
I will never let you shoot the nose off my
I like and purple rain
Tryna put red and blue together, bitch, all gang
These people get me out the paint
'Cause I cook greens and yams better than your aunt
Man, we started a mustard seed
Now we in the 911 with the mustard seats
Sheesh! black puma jet
Shining my light on the world like UMI Says
Got the Milie all colors
Might hit you with the Rose Gold all
For the
even biting cornrows, put your scarecrows up
I come from the crop
Tell em the god's on row, them line the block
The Chitlin' is stopped
Now we in stadiums, Eighty Thou a wop,

[Chorus: Jay-Z and
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (He good)
I'm good on any MLK (We good)
See my vision a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcom X)
dreadin' my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your hands up high a false arrest
(Get your hands up like a false arrest)
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a
(Let me see 'em up high, is not a test)
Yes, put 'em up, is not a test
(Yes, put em up, is not a test)
Now hands where I can see them, fuck a false

I know, I got one [?]
But look in the mirror, I see him me
Not realizing all you're [?] could mean
But I know, I got one [?]