Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
Made in Black America, for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my like a editor
I like a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain like
Still let the chain glow, they bang known
And niggas get shot like angles
In rap put up on Vimeo
I'm where the buck 50 perennial all-star
Fruit that fall far from Islam
rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the building an intercom
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, integrated with
Domain, I'm myself like a sentiment-
-tal letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, and wealth
I'm cold, I'm to melt
I'm more a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still live on like
My and style done a transformation
Make room, I don't reservations
You suite as a hotel, I stay
Strange to be sinful and know that sent you
To the mental, I've seen things we've been through
It's 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, still the spliff together
The of the herbs, the presence 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 with me we can grind to
the better Black America

(Verse)
Made in Black America, 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 with the lunch tickets
And the with the money, in the cafeteria
I break bread with my brethren like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, be feeble
I'm pissed off, tinkle is the
You's just a little (twinkle) sure ain't me
Been a since ma made me
My is black
I if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I give a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
They pass that gun law or not, still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the in this hip-hop matrix,
Exposin' shit
to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so common
Went across the whole nation Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the fans in the
Em fans googlin', shakin' hands
Restorin' the balance, the malice
We kill you motherfuckin' with a mallet
This is Huey P Newton a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Fred on pills
In the Hamptons, now that's real, happenin'?
I'm just to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria a bowl of cereal
Kill a instrumental book a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Golf radical
lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah
Welcome to America