Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Black

They try to take advantage of a nigga I'm black
lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back
I got a problem, so I'm writin' 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 cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the
Now my Coupe is flex surrounded 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 treat us like scum?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause they ain't with the bullshit
If they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull
'Cause they they're the master
And can take you to jail or take your lifes

Them sorry bastards makes me wonder why
The can determine 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 watch the motherfuckers who me
fuckin' packin' gats, yo
They serve and protect, they don't respect I'm black, hoe

"Every black man that is a car jacker will start
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
tailgated by a motherfuckin' copper
But I ain't got respect for you dickheads
'Cause y'all was straight hoes back in school, 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 like the man

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

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

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

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

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