Luyện nghe bài hát BLACK EFFECT

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

JAY-Z]
I'm good on any MLK
I'm on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, they want Das EFX
Get your hands up 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

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

JAY-Z and Beyonce]
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (I'm good)
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (He good)
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters dreadin' my effect, want that Das EFX (Yeah)
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
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, your lips, Sarah Baartman
Gotta hop into my jeans, I hop into my whip
in a hoodie like Melo
Come up out that pretty motherfucker like Hello,
I never let you shoot the nose off my Pharaoh
I like purple and rain
Tryna put red and blue together, bitch, all gang
These people get me out the paint
'Cause I cook collard greens and yams better than your
Man, we started with a mustard
Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard
Sheesh! black puma jet
Shining my light on the world just UMI Says
Got the Milie all colors
Might hit you with the Gold all summer
For the
They biting cornrows, put your scarecrows up
I from the finest crop
em the god's on row, watch them line the block
The circuit is stopped
Now we in stadiums, Thou a wop, Watch

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

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