Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

(Intro)
The Los Leakers,
is an amazing name
Whomever came up with that
Is a f...freaking
this bitch up!
This is another Los Leaker
You corkscrew face-having ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
Made in Black America, metaphor for a
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain Django
Still let the chain glow, where bang known
And niggas get shot like camera
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the buck 50 perennial all-star
Fruit that don't fall far from
rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the building an intercom
Enter Com, the most...
Intricate, integrated imminent
Domain, I'm feeling myself like a
-tal written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm to melt
I'm more than a hot song, or a hot
Ask my ex, I live on like Malcolm
My spirit and done a transformation
room, I don't need reservations
You suite as a hotel, I stay
to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, seen things we've been through
hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo
I be broads that got they shit together
Even if it ain't meant forever, smoke the spliff together
The essence of the herbs, the of the words
you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves
You walk past, look behind you
Look you up and to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You fucking me we can grind to
Gather the better Black

(Verse)
Made in Black America, threats from a terrorist
We will meet but the media feed hysteria
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
More godly than gluttonous but my superior
You know the 'tween the kids with the lunch tickets
And the with the money, in the cafeteria
I break bread with my brethren like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, find red dots over cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, be feeble
I'm pissed off, tinkle is the
You's just a little star (twinkle) ain't me
Been a superstar ma made me
My is black
I if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't give a fuck, my grandpa glad
They that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in this matrix,
fake shit
Used to dollars, now my sense ain't so common
Went across the whole screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the fans in the
Em fans googlin', enemies hands
Restorin' the balance, detourin' the
We you motherfuckin' mice with a mallet
This is P Newton with a QP
Bobby a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills
In the Hamptons, now real, what's happenin'?
I'm just trying to teach my 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in over a bowl of cereal
Kill a then book a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Golf radical
lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah
Welcome to America