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
Tearing bitch up!
This is Los Angeles Leaker
You fucking face-having ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
Made in Black America, for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers 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 camera
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the 50 bicentennial perennial all-star
that don't fall far from Islam
When rap is dead, I had the that embalmed
I speak, you I'm in the building like an intercom
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, with imminent
Domain, I'm feeling like a sentiment-
-tal letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, and wealth
I'm cold, I'm hard to
I'm than a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still live on Malcolm
My spirit and done a transformation
room, I don't need reservations
You suite as a hotel, I stay
Strange to be sinful and know that Heaven you
To the mental, I've seen things we've been through
It's hard for a man to gentile, let me change the tempo
I be broads that got they shit together
Even if it meant forever, still smoke 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, look behind you
you up and down to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you power and you
You fucking me we can grind to
Gather the Black America

(Verse)
in Black America, takin' threats from a terrorist
We will never meet but the media feed
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
More godly than but my supper's superior
You know the difference 'tween the kids the lunch tickets
And the with the money, in the cafeteria
I break with with my brethren like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, don't be
I'm off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia
You's just a little (twinkle) sure ain't me
Been a superstar ma made me
My is black
I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too
I give a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
They that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in this matrix,
Exposin' shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so
Went across the whole screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the in the stands
Em fans googlin', enemies hands
Restorin' the balance, detourin' the
We kill you motherfuckin' with a mallet
is Huey P Newton with a QP
Bobby a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills
In the Hamptons, now that's real, what's
I'm trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria a bowl of cereal
a instrumental then book a flight on Expedia
To the capital, Golf Wang radical
Black lip pastor, tip the when he pass yah
Welcome to Black