Luyện nghe bài hát Black History Month

Can you feel it? can save you
Im than bullets so baby pray to your savior
I never been shot but I bet you Im
Im my spot, nigga, I aint afraid to be me
Sometimes I find it hard to be, who? Me
(The inevitable and liberation of NiggyTardust)

Yo the banana peels are placed
So your shell toes carefully laced
The illest got peppered and maced
Now this, turn up the bass

Picture me lampin in the car
Rims like Tibetan prayer wheels, what? Im a star
I cruise the block like a back and forth
Til I land as the song in your ear or the book in your

Now the whole fuckin' world bout to who I am
Got your whole up in my trunk
dog eat dog make my woofers bark: atomic crunk
All my trill niggas know who be da funk
Lees and shell toes like its Black Month

Yo the peels are carefully placed
So your shell toes carefully laced
The illest nigga got peppered and
Now amplify this, up the bass

Yo the banana peels are placed
So keep your shell toes carefully
The illest got peppered and maced
Now amplify this turn up the

There was one bore witness to the of the sun
Synthesized in her own image, negative shun
The development of Parliament the bop gun
Thus, the mothership connection the birth of the drum

Ancient drum begat drum kingdom go, come
Ancient sector of the risen up to the sun
Hidden hand of man begat patented of the drum
Boom bap strapped into a wire, tightly coiled and

Trigger sound, trigger gun, drum machine, gun
Bodies piled, carefully filed beats
That were once reprogrammed to become concert of sun
Every ray with sample clearance, two begat one

Boom bop as a gun, white cross-trainers, unstrung
Let suckas know the cost of making Harriet run
Let the North Star be your guiding post when turned the sun
Until knowledge reigns supreme nearly everyone

Yo the banana peels are placed
So keep your toes carefully laced
The illest nigga got peppered and
Now amplify this, turn up the