Luyện nghe bài hát Black History Month

Can you it? Nothing can save you
Im tougher than so baby pray to your savior
I never been but I bet you Im braver
Im taking my spot, nigga, I aint to be me
I find it very hard to be, who? Me
(The rise and liberation of NiggyTardust)

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

Picture me in the company 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 in your hand

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

Yo the banana are carefully placed
So keep your shell toes carefully
The nigga got peppered and maced
Now amplify this, up the bass

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

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

drum begat drum kingdom go, kingdom come
Ancient of the scepter risen up to the sun
Hidden hand of man begat patented clone of the
Boom bap into a wire, tightly coiled and re-spun

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

bop hard as a gun, white cross-trainers, unstrung
Let these suckas know the cost of Harriet run
Let the North be your guiding post when turned from the sun
Until reigns supreme over nearly everyone

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