Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a African

Yo turn this shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, coupe 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 that grows natural
Like locks on
Holdin the smoke from the in my abdomen
fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm like Steve Biko
Raised in the ghetto by the
Fuck the police you how we do

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

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

It's plain to see, you 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 from bad karma
Or from be -Ball, mad crack or rappin
Peter Tosh try to us what happened
He was sayin if you black you African
So had to kill 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 ceilin when we

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 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 where you stay, bout the motherland

like tank top, flip flop
Knotty dread lock, a cop, hip hop
your head bop
Bounce to this, movement
My environment made me the 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, of the cats we know, be hustlin
My momma work, all her life and strugglin
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