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
this bitch up!
This is Los Angeles Leaker
You corkscrew face-having ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
Made in Black America, metaphor for a
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers a editor
I like 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 bicentennial perennial
Fruit that don't fall far Islam
When rap is dead, I had the fluid that
I speak, you know I'm in the building an intercom
Enter Com, the most...
Intricate, with imminent
Domain, I'm feeling myself like a
-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 done a transformation
Make room, I don't 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
It's hard for a man to claim gentile, let me the tempo
I be with that got they shit together
Even if it ain't meant forever, still the spliff together
The of the herbs, the presence 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 to, give you power and refine you
You fucking with me we can to
the better Black America

(Verse)
Made in Black America, threats from a terrorist
We will never meet but the media feed
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
More than gluttonous but my supper's superior
You know the difference 'tween the with the lunch 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 pissed off, is the onomatopoeia
You's just a star (twinkle) sure ain't me
Been a superstar since ma me
My is black
I wonder if Pac we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
They that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
fake shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so
Went the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the fans in the
Em googlin', enemies shakin' hands
Restorin' the balance, detourin' the
We kill you motherfuckin' with a mallet
This is Huey P Newton a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on
In the Hamptons, now real, what's happenin'?
I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the tablets
Stop the war in over a bowl 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
Welcome to Black