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 green is for the tram that grows
Like on Africans
the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues, and
in between N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Biko
Raised in the by the people
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 watching the north
Shackles on my forearm , with the gun on my palm
I'm an African , was an African-American
Blacker than black I take it back to my
Same 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 what's
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 plain to see, you change me
'cause I'm a people army for

Where you from

No I born 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 us what happened
He was if you black then you African
So they had to kill him, and him a villain
he was teachin the children
I him, he was tryin to drop us a real gem
That's why we 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 happenin
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 where you stay, bout the motherland

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

It's like tank top, flop
Knotty lock, fuck a cop, hip hop
Make your bop
Bounce to this, movement
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 life and still
I blame it on the and say it on the radio
(What) and if you don't know
All these Uncle Tom ass niggas got to go