Luyện nghe bài hát Blak Iz Blak

[Hard
Peep the
Mau Mau be land and freedom
Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America
Guerilla-type tactics on socialistic fallacies
It be about, the devestations of the social thought
Keep a brown man sport
They wantin to keep our (?) set
The way Franz Fanon put it, you lucky I "wretched" yet

[Big Black - Mos
Yo, you up in the game now
Big Black, Mr. Chairman of the Mau Mau
I hear the in all-black surround sound
Barricaded so you can't move now
Doin this for my clan ain't around now
Buried six feet deep the ground now
My loud sound pound down make the earth in and bow down
faultlines in the ground now - shake 'em down

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

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

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

[1/16th Black - MC
Aiyyo who that? Yo right there; blue eyes, and hair
Kill 'em with a rhyme, or the of my Nike Airs
So quick son one, you don't want me to finish
or I'll quickly 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 your self esteem
Born from part devil, part cracker from
Knowledge that we drop, you don't even build
That's like me a rap Grammy, givin it to Lyn(?) Smith

[Jo
Yo, yo
Everything black is and shit
Blackheads, blackmail, cats and shit
Funerals, niggaz gotta wear black and
Black cars, black clothes on they and shit
Blackballed, if we don't they ass and shit
Blacklisted see ya nigga, and you're that's it
bitches, they wanna be black and shit
Tan lotion on they white ass and shit

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

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

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