Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Black

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

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

Snatchin' out my seats, me I sell dope
Am I on probation or parole? I 'em fuck, no
Tell me Mister Officer, the problem? What's the matter?
Why you gotta treat us scum?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's bad enough, I watch the next G but worse
I gots to the motherfuckers who protect me
fuckin' packin' gats, yo
They and protect, they don't respect 'cause I'm black, hoe

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

Rollin' through my hood in my motherfuckin'
Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin'
But I ain't got respect for you dickheads
'Cause y'all was straight hoes back in school, nerdy

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

me for nothin', runnin' my fuckin' license plates
My plates come clean, you the DEA
The DEA says I'm a known drug
Straight killer, a motherfuckin' wig splitter

He don't know shit about a nigga but I'm
As far as concerned, all niggas push crack
And plus I'm 22 that really makes 'em
A drop-top Benz, Lexus Coupe, no

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

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

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