Luyện nghe bài hát BLACK EFFECT

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

JAY-Z]
I'm on any MLK Boulevard
I'm good on any MLK
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, want that Das EFX
Get hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a
Yes, put 'em up, is not a test
Now hands I can see them, fuck a false arrest

[Verse 1:
This all white fit that I rock shit
The fro that I got no perm in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he dressed
Got down 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 fest
The the back pass is so effortless
James to you Omaroses
Dapper Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the
I made my own so now they're anti-Tidal
I'm the no sock life despite you
Since the Khalif died, they've been at my
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is next
The FCC, the FBI or the IRS
I pass the alphabet, boys, like an eye

JAY-Z and Beyonce]
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)
Haters my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your hands up high like a false
Let me see 'em up high, is not a test
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, Beyonce and
I'm any way I go, any way I go (go)
I pull up like the Riders, hop out on rodeo
Stunt with your curls, your lips, Sarah Baartman
Gotta hop into my jeans, I hop into my whip
in a hoodie like Melo
Come up out that motherfucker like Hello, Hello
I will never let you shoot the nose off my
I like purple and rain
Tryna put red and blue together, bitch, all gang
These people tryna get me out the
'Cause I cook collard greens and better than your aunt
Man, we started with a seed
Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard
Sheesh! Matte black jet
Shining my light on the world just UMI Says
Got the Milie all colors
Might hit you with the Rose Gold all
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 circuit is stopped
Now we in stadiums, Eighty Thou a wop,

Jay-Z and Beyonce]
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 my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your up high like a false arrest
(Get your hands up high 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 arrest

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 [?]