Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a African

Yo turn this shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the
My D.R.

the red is for the blood in my arm
The black is for the gun in my
And the is for the tram that grows natural
Like locks on
the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and
in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm like Steve Biko
Raised in the by the people
the police you know how we do

Ayo my life is like Roots it's a true
It's too for them televised fables on cable
I'ma a runaway slave watching the north
Shackles on my forearm , runnin with the gun on my
I'm an African , never was an
Blacker than black I take it back to my
Same skin hated by the
Big and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, what

I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I know happenin
I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I know what's
You a
You a African?,
Do you what's happenin?
I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I know happenin

plain to see, you can't change me
'cause I'm a people army for

Where you fool?

No I born in Ghana, but Africa is my momma
And I did not end up here from bad
Or from be -Ball, selling mad crack or
Peter Tosh try to tell us what
He was sayin if you black then you
So they had to him, and make him a villain
he was teachin the children
I him, he was tryin to drop us a real gem
That's why we bucking holes in the when we hearin

I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I know happenin
I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I know happenin
You a
You a African?,
Do you know happenin?
I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I what's happenin

A-F-are-I-see-A, Rico, Haiti, and J.A.
New and Cali, F-L-A
No it 'bout where you stay, it's bout the motherland

A-F-are-I-see-A, Rico, Haiti, and J.A.
New York and Cali,
No it ain't 'bout you stay, it's bout the motherland

It's like tank top, flop
Knotty dread lock, a cop, hip hop
Make head bop
Bounce to this, movement
My environment me the nigga I am
Uncle Sam came and got me and my fam
Try to infiltrate and murder off the best of my
I'm not American, punk, Democrat, or
Remember that, most of the we know, be hustlin
My work, all her life and still strugglin
I blame it on the and say it on the radio
(What) and if you don't know
All these Uncle Tom ass kissin got to go