Luyện nghe bài hát BLACK EFFECT

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

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

1: JAY-Z]
This all white fit that I rock shit
The fro that I grow got no in it
Hmm, a late but he best dressed
Got slowed by the weight of my necklaces
the Lexus in the projects, bitch I'm reckless
Extra magazine on a jet with my Ebony chick
Blacker the Essence fest
The the back pass is so effortless
LeBron to you Omaroses
Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the culture
I made my own so now they're anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock despite you
Since the died, they've been at my neck
can tell 'em Trayvon is comin' next
The FCC, the FBI or the IRS
I pass the alphabet, boys, an eye test

[Chorus: JAY-Z and
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (I'm good)
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (He 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 like a arrest
Let me see 'em up high, is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, is not a test
Put your hands where I can see them, 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, your lips, Sarah hips
Gotta hop into my jeans, like I hop my whip
in a hoodie like Melo
Come up out that pretty motherfucker Hello, Hello
I will never let you shoot the off my Pharaoh
I like and purple rain
Tryna put red and blue together, bitch, that's all
people tryna get me out the paint
'Cause I collard greens and yams better than your aunt
Man, we started with a seed
Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard
Sheesh! Matte puma jet
Shining my light on the world just UMI Says
Got the Richard Milie all
Might hit you with the Rose all summer
For the
They even biting cornrows, put scarecrows up
I from the finest crop
Tell em the god's on row, watch them line the
The Chitlin' circuit is
Now we in stadiums, Eighty a wop, Watch

[Chorus: Jay-Z and
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (He good)
I'm good on any MLK (We good)
See my with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters dreadin' my effect, they that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your up high like a false arrest
(Get your up high 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 that you're [?] mean
But I know, I got one [?]