Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a African

Yo turn this motherfucking 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 green is for the tram that natural
Like on Africans
Holdin the smoke from the in my abdomen
fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Steve
Raised in the ghetto by the
the police you know how we do

Ayo my life is like Roots it's a story
It's too gory for them televised fables on
I'ma a runaway slave the north star
Shackles on my forearm , with the gun on my palm
I'm an , never was an African-American
Blacker than black I it back to my origin
Same skin by the klansmen
Big and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, what

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

It's plain to see, you can't me
I'm a people army for life

Where you from

No I wasn't in Ghana, but Africa is my momma
And I did not end up from bad karma
Or be -Ball, selling mad crack or rappin
Peter Tosh try to tell us happened
He was sayin if you black you African
So they had to kill him, and make him a
'cause he was the children
I feel him, he was tryin to us a real gem
why we bucking holes in the ceilin 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 what's
You a
You a African?,
Do you know what's
I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I know happenin

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

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

like tank top, flip flop
Knotty lock, fuck a cop, hip hop
Make head bop
Bounce to this, socialist
My made me the nigga I am
Sam came and got me and arrested 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 momma work, all her life and still
I blame it on the and say it on the radio
(What) and if you don't already
All these Tom ass kissin niggas got to go