Luyện nghe bài hát BLACK EFFECT

Can you tell us about
Hmm, well there's of children
Love of
of God
Love of a
All of have a different shape
But all of is the same in the end
It's about sensitivity, it's about
about unconditional giving of self to another person
And there's love of
That's the love is right now needed most
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 and mix them up
Trying to find the that match
And you find the match
When you the perfect match
That compatibility in passion
Results in unconditional giving of

[Chorus:
I'm on any MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK
See my with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want Das EFX
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
Now where I can see them, fuck a false arrest

[Verse 1:
This all white fit that I shit permanent
The fro that I got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he dressed
Got slowed by the weight of my necklaces
the Lexus in the projects, bitch I'm reckless
Extra magazine hopped on a jet with my Ebony
Blacker than the Essence
The behind the back pass is so
LeBron to you Omaroses
Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the culture
I made my own waves so now they're
I'm livin' the no sock despite you
Since the Khalif died, they've at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em is comin' next
The FCC, the FBI or the IRS
I pass the alphabet, boys, an eye test

[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 Malcolm X (I'm X)
Haters dreadin' my effect, want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a
Yes, put 'em up, is not a test
Put your hands I can see them, fuck a false arrest

Beyonce]
Higher,
Higher,
Higher,
Higher,

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

[Chorus: Jay-Z and
I'm good on any MLK (He good)
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (We good)
See my with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your hands up 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, a false arrest

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