Luyện nghe bài hát Black History Month

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boom bop hard as a gun, white cross-trainers,
Let these know the cost of making Harriet run
Let the North Star be your guiding post when from the sun
Until knowledge supreme over nearly everyone

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