Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

(Intro)
The Los Leakers,
is an amazing name
Whomever came up that name
Is a f...freaking
Tearing this up!
This is Los Angeles Leaker
You fucking corkscrew ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
Made in Black America, metaphor for a
Been to the Mediterranean, on my like a editor
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the like Django
Still let the chain glow, they bang known
And niggas get shot camera angles
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the buck 50 bicentennial perennial
that don't fall far from Islam
When rap is dead, I had the fluid that
I speak, you know I'm in the building like an
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, integrated with
Domain, I'm feeling myself a sentiment-
-tal letter written to myself, for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm hard to
I'm than a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still on like Malcolm
My spirit and style a transformation
Make room, I don't reservations
You as a hotel, I stay presidential
Strange to be sinful and know that sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've seen we've been through
hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo
I be with broads that got they together
Even if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the together
The of the herbs, the presence of the words
Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your
You walk past, I'ma behind you
you up and down to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You fucking me we can grind to
Gather the Black America

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