Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Iz Blak

[Hard
the math
Mau Mau be about and freedom
and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys
Guerilla-type tactics on socialistic fallacies
It be about, the devestations of the doministic thought
Keep a man down sport
wantin to keep our (?) set nigga
The way Franz Fanon put it, you I ain't "wretched" yet

[Big - Mos Def]
Yo, you fucked up in the now
Big Black, Mr. Chairman of the Mau Mau
I hear the world in surround sound
Barricaded so you move around now
Doin this for my clan that around now
Buried six feet deep the ground now
My loud sound pound down make the earth in and bow down
There's faultlines in the now - shake 'em down

[Smooth Black - Baltimore]
Black Chevy, Mau Maus, ready
BLAOW BLAOW, black deadly, fatale
Underground, rats in this rat
and black race cats sell out to the
and rag grin, laugh not my light
be from pH
UHH, strappin in
cause I'm the only bitch with Big and them

Who the crew? M-A-U, M-A-U, gun
Bout to the track when BLAK IZ BLAK
Well how black? BLAK HEART, MIND, BLAK SOUL
Mau (HOOTIE HOO!) We was born to roll!
Who the M-A-U, M-A-U, aim fire
Bout to attack the track when IZ BLAK
How BLAK WOMB TIL WE REACH THE BLACK HEARSE
What's black? - OF THE UNIVERSE

[Mo - Canibus]
Yo, yo
Yo when Mo Black start to black out pass out
Stick my black dick in they and dig they back out
Black monk like Thesalonius, the government got a black
That's why they tap my Nokia
fathers, black mothers, black brothers
handcuffed to each other, goin in black buses
Black thugs, wrap drugs in
Smoke til got black tongues, black lips and black lungs
Blak iz blak, MC's get smacked
Forced to go home and 1-800-I-CAN'T-RAP

[1/16th Black - MC
Aiyyo who that? Yo there; blue eyes, and black hair
Kill 'em a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Airs
So quick son pick one, you want me to finish
or quickly take you to 1950 and do you like the British
on a spear, contusions ear to ear
For Africa Maxima, I'ma drive you out of
Mr. 1/16th, born to kill self esteem
from part devil, part cracker from Queens
Knowledge that we drop, you don't build with
like me winnin a rap Grammy, givin it to Lyn(?) Smith

[Jo
Yo, yo
Everything is wack and shit
Blackheads, blackmail, black and shit
Funerals, niggaz gotta black and shit
cars, black clothes on they backs and shit
Blackballed, if we kiss they ass and shit
Blacklisted see ya nigga, and you're that's it
White bitches, wanna be black and shit
Tan lotion on they white ass and shit

Black]
Aiyyo all the Mau Maus gather up and let's
because tryin to fuck with our images
and I think that shit is wack
And as a matter of fact, they us niggaz
to smile and - I guess they never seen a bloodbath
Brothers and sisters are dyin, babies are bein out
So the fuck they want me to rap about?
About how I am, to be livin in the slum
where little shorties walk around big guns

Hard Black droppin science, born to
Mau Maus droppin science, born to
Hard Black droppin science, born to
Mau Maus science, born to roll

[Hard
Nigga, nigga you these rhymes?
You think they fuckin rhymes? This this this this
the end of redneck-ass catastrophes
Puttin a in the, ass of my history!
Forty-one shots of reality for the generations to come me!
As it be, hell hath no FURY like a black man
Nigga BLAK IZ BLAK, officially been warned
Nigga - you've officially warned
You hear me? You've you OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED
You've been nigga, you've been fuckin OFFICIALLY been warned
This is for your dome, up
MAU MAU STYLE, FROM THE FOREST KNAHMEAN?
You've OFFICIALLY been told how it's come down
End of sytle
officially been told how it's gon' be, knahmean?
Black, Mau Mau
Black, Mau Mau
Big Black, Mau Mau
Black, Mau Mau
Jo Black, Mo Black, Black.