Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Black

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

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

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

Is it that a doin' a tad bit better than you?
And is all that you crackers can do
And me up for resistin' 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 treat you dirt

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

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

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

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

And besides we ain't no mo'
at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo'
So yellin' peace
The war that's goin' 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
'Cause they they're the master
And they can you to jail or take your lifes

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

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

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

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

I finally figured out why you roll in packs
'Cause who ain't shit talk loud and pack 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' license
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 but I'm black
As far as concerned, all niggas push crack
And plus I'm 22 that really 'em check
A drop-top Benz, Coupe, no respect

I gotta be doin' long, I'm hidin' somethin' the demons
He gotta be stringin' yale, play someone that's pregnant
'Cause niggas 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 folks my worst
A breast of pig in a hearse
So fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches that
'Cause I'm real with the shit that I 'cause I