Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
in Black America, metaphor for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my like a editor
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the like Django
Still let the glow, where they bang known
And niggas get shot like camera
In rap put up on Vimeo
I'm the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-star
Fruit that don't far from Islam
rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the like an intercom
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, with imminent
Domain, I'm feeling myself a sentiment-
-tal written to myself, aspirin' 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 live on like Malcolm
My spirit and style a transformation
Make room, I don't reservations
You suite as a hotel, I stay
Strange to be sinful and know Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've 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, still smoke the spliff
The essence of the herbs, the of the words
Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' curves
You walk past, I'ma look you
Look you up and down to you
Can see I was designed to, give you power and 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 feed
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
More godly gluttonous but my supper's superior
You know the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch
And the with the money, in the cafeteria
I break bread with with my like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, you'll red dots over cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, don't be
I'm pissed off, is the onomatopoeia
You's just a little star (twinkle) sure me
a superstar since ma made me
My is black
I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too
I don't give a fuck, my grandpa glad
They pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
fake shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my ain't so common
across the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
why I got the fans in the stands
Em googlin', enemies shakin' hands
the balance, detourin' the malice
We kill you motherfuckin' mice 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
the war in Syria over a bowl of cereal
Kill a then book a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Golf Wang
Black lip pastor, tip the usher he pass yah
Welcome to Black