Luyện nghe bài hát Black History Month

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

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

Picture me lampin in the car
like Tibetan prayer wheels, nigga 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 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 atomic crunk
All my niggas know who be bringin' da funk
Lees and shell toes its Black History Month

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

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

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

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

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

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

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