Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
Made in Black America, metaphor for a
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain Django
Still let the chain glow, where they bang
And get shot like camera angles
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the 50 bicentennial perennial all-star
Fruit that fall far from Islam
When rap is dead, I had the that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the like an intercom
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, integrated with
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 more than a hot song, or a hot
Ask my ex, I still live on like
My spirit and done a transformation
Make room, I don't need
You as a hotel, I stay presidential
Strange to be and know that Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've 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, 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
Look you up and to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You with me we can grind 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 godly than gluttonous but my supper's
You know the difference 'tween the kids the lunch tickets
And the with the money, in the cafeteria
I break bread with with my brethren like a
dough, you'll find red dots over cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, be feeble
I'm pissed off, is the onomatopoeia
You's just a little star (twinkle) ain't me
Been a superstar ma made me
My president is
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 gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the in this hip-hop matrix,
Exposin' fake
to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so common
Went the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower
been a racist, but I love 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 Newton a QP
Bobby a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills
In the Hamptons, now that's real, happenin'?
I'm trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria over a of cereal
Kill a then book a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Wang radical
lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah
Welcome to America