Luyện nghe bài hát I'm a African

Yo this motherfucking shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the
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 natural
locks on Africans
Holdin the smoke from the herb in my
fatigues, and daishikis
Somewhere in N.W.A. and P.E.
I'm black like Biko
in the ghetto by the people
Fuck the police you how we do

Ayo my life is like Roots it's a true
It's too for them televised fables on cable
a runaway slave watching the north star
Shackles on my forearm , with the gun on my palm
I'm an African , never was an
than black I take it back to my origin
Same skin by the klansmen
Big nose and lips, big 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 what's happenin
You a
You a African?,
Do you know what's
I'm a
I'm a African, uhh
And I what's happenin

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

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, mad crack or rappin
Tosh try to tell 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 what's 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 what's

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

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 tank top, flip flop
Knotty lock, fuck a cop, hip hop
Make head bop
Bounce to this, socialist
My environment made me the I am
Sam came and got me and arrested my fam
Try to infiltrate and murder off the 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 these Uncle Tom ass kissin got to go