Luyện nghe bài hát Black History Month

Can you feel it? Nothing can you
Im tougher than bullets so baby pray to your
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 keep your shell toes carefully
The illest got peppered and maced
Now amplify this, up the bass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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