Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
Made in Black America, metaphor for a
to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editor
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain like
let the chain 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 fall far from Islam
When rap is dead, I had the that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the building like an
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, integrated with
Domain, I'm feeling myself a sentiment-
letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm to melt
I'm than a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still live on like
My spirit and done a transformation
Make room, I need reservations
You suite as a hotel, I presidential
Strange to be and know that Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, seen things we've been through
hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo
I be broads that 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, look behind you
Look you up and to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you power and you
You fucking me we can grind 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 godly gluttonous but my supper's superior
You the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch tickets
And the ones 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, 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 president is
I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too
I don't a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
They pass that gun law or not, still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
Exposin' shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so
Went across the nation screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the in the stands
Em fans googlin', shakin' hands
the balance, detourin' the malice
We you motherfuckin' mice with a mallet
is Huey P Newton with a QP
Bobby a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills
In the Hamptons, now real, what's happenin'?
I'm just trying to teach my homies the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria over a bowl of
Kill a instrumental then a flight on Expedia
To the capital, Golf Wang radical
Black lip pastor, tip the usher he pass yah
Welcome to Black