Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a African

Yo turn motherfucking shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, in the house
My D.R.

Nigga the red is for the in my arm
The black is for the gun in my
And the green is for the tram that grows
locks on Africans
Holdin the from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and
Somewhere in N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black Steve Biko
Raised in the by the people
Fuck the police you how we do

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

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

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

Where you from

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

I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I what's 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 know what's

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

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

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