Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
Made in America, metaphor for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers a editor
I like a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the like Django
Still let the chain glow, where they known
And niggas get shot like camera
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the 50 bicentennial 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 like an intercom
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, with imminent
Domain, I'm feeling myself a sentiment-
-tal letter to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm hard to
I'm more than a hot song, or a hot
Ask my ex, I still live on Malcolm
My spirit and style a transformation
room, I don't need reservations
You suite as a hotel, I presidential
to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you
To the mental, I've seen things we've been through
It's hard for a man to claim gentile, let me the tempo
I be with broads that got they shit
Even if it ain't forever, still 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, I'ma behind you
you up and down to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You fucking with me we can to
Gather the better America

(Verse)
in Black America, takin' threats from a terrorist
We will meet but the media feed 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 with the tickets
And the with the money, in the cafeteria
I break with with my brethren like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, you'll red dots over cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, don't be
I'm off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia
You's just a little star (twinkle) sure me
Been a superstar ma made me
My is black
I wonder if Pac we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't give a fuck, my grandpa glad
They pass that gun law or not, niggas still 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 nation screamin'
Never a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot
why I got the fans in the stands
Em fans googlin', enemies shakin'
Restorin' the balance, detourin' the
We you motherfuckin' 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 Syria over a bowl of
a instrumental then book a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Golf Wang
Black lip pastor, tip the usher he pass yah
to Black America