Luyện nghe bài hát Black History Month

Can you it? Nothing can save you
Im than bullets so baby pray to your savior
I been 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 inevitable and liberation of NiggyTardust)

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

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

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

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

Yo the peels are carefully placed
So keep your shell carefully laced
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, photo negative
The development of Parliament the bop gun
Thus, the mothership connection spawned the birth of the

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

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

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

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