Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Black

They try to take advantage of a nigga I'm black
They at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back
I got a little problem, so I'm you a note
A letter to the KKK from the black

I'm tryin' to get it on, to check the grip
And there goes officer cracker to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers, up the dogs
Now my Lexus is flex surrounded by the hogs

Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell
Am I on probation or I tell 'em fuck, no
Tell me Officer, what's the problem? What's the matter?
Why you gotta treat us like

Is it that a nigga's a tad bit better than you?
And is all that you crackers can do
And mark me up for yo ass
When in reality officer kicked my ass, damn

You overflex your too
Put your foot in my shoe and let me try on your
So I can run it in
You can treat me like God and I can you like dirt

The 22 years I here, I saw
Motherfuckers God before they disrespect the law
But yo, I to diss 'em
'Cause I refuse to be mislead by ungodly system

Mister President, I beatin' on yo do'
I yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe, nigga

"We are United of America, you honestly believe
Just because you wear that means you care?
You have the to abuse and treat my people
Like they're animals on the I'll be damned
bloods will flow with the hands of the black man
In the same streets you killed me and my brothers in"

Mister Mister Officer, Mister Officer, Sergeant
Just because I'm young and I'm black, I'm a
You say I'm dope but you fake
'Cause young dope flash cash and make mistakes

And besides we ain't no mo'
Look at my hood, we killin' no mo'
So everybody's peace
The only war that's on is goin' on with the police

'Cause they stoppin' with the bullshit
If they could they'd lock us up some chains and swing a bull whip
they figure they're the master
And can take you to jail or take your lifes

Them sorry bastards makes me wonder why
The Five-O can if we live or if a nigga dies
And to me, that is bull
Only God can life but I still gotta watch the law

bad enough, I watch the next G but even worse
I gots to the motherfuckers who protect me
They packin' gats, yo
They serve and protect, they respect 'cause I'm black, hoe

"Every black man that is a car jacker start jackin'
Police cars and watch jaw brains shad on the
Why when you pull us you show us your pistols
Beforeyou asks us for our license? Somethin' is not right"

Rollin' through my in my motherfuckin' dropper
Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin'
But I got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheads
y'all was straight hoes back in school, nerdy shitheads

I finally out why you bitches roll in packs
'Cause niggas who ain't shit talk loud and gats
You got a fuckin' pistol, now you you're a VIP man
But you can get cut because you'd be just the next man

Holdin' me for nothin', runnin' my fuckin' plates
My come clean, you call the DEA
The DEA says I'm a known dealer
born killer, a motherfuckin' wig splitter

He know shit about a nigga but I'm black
As far as he's concerned, all push crack
And plus I'm 22 that really makes 'em
A Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respect

I be doin' long, I'm hidin' somethin' from the demons
He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play that's pregnant
'Cause niggas can't have shit but I'm a troop

You come to us like Luke, Undercover David
Mister David Duke, Mister officer, Mister Master
I'm pickin' out coffin, Sir

Die motherfuckers, I'll send your folks my
A breast of pig in a hearse
So fuck you motherfuckers, punk take that
I'm real with the shit that I speak 'cause I