Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
in Black America, metaphor for a predator
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 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
rap is dead, I had the fluid 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 like a sentiment-
-tal written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm to melt
I'm more than a hot song, or a hot
Ask my ex, I still live on Malcolm
My spirit and style done a
Make room, I don't need
You suite as a hotel, I presidential
Strange to be and know that Heaven sent 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 with that got they shit together
Even if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the together
The essence of the herbs, the presence of the
you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves
You walk past, I'ma behind you
Look you up and down to you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You fucking with me we can to
Gather the better Black

(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 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 bread with with my brethren like a
Spinnin' dough, you'll red dots over cheese, be a-
of your whereabouts, don't be feeble
I'm pissed off, tinkle is the
You's just a little star (twinkle) ain't me
a superstar since ma made me
My is black
I if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't give a fuck, shit my grandpa
They pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
fake shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense so common
Went the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
why I got the fans in the stands
Em fans googlin', enemies shakin'
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 that's real, what's
I'm just trying to teach my homies the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria over a bowl of
Kill a instrumental book a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Wang radical
Black lip pastor, tip the usher he pass yah
Welcome to America