Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

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

(Verse)
Made in America, takin' threats from a terrorist
We will never meet but the feed hysteria
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
More godly than gluttonous but my supper's
You know the difference 'tween the 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-
of your whereabouts, don't be feeble
I'm off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia
You's a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me
Been a superstar ma made me
My is black
I wonder if Pac thought we was for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the in this hip-hop matrix,
Exposin' shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense so common
Went across the whole screamin' Hiiipower
been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the fans in the
Em fans googlin', enemies shakin'
Restorin' the balance, the malice
We kill you mice with a mallet
This is Huey P Newton a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Fred on pills
In the Hamptons, now real, what's happenin'?
I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald
Stop the war in over a bowl of cereal
Kill a instrumental then a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Wang radical
Black lip pastor, tip the usher when he yah
Welcome to America