Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
in Black America, metaphor for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain Django
Still let the glow, where they bang known
And get shot like camera angles
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
Enter Com, the most...
Intricate, integrated imminent
Domain, I'm myself like a sentiment-
-tal letter to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm hard to
I'm more a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still on like Malcolm
My spirit and style done a
Make room, I don't reservations
You suite as a hotel, I stay
Strange to be sinful and know Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've seen 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 forever, still smoke the spliff together
The of the herbs, the presence of the words
you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves
You walk past, look behind you
Look you up and down to you
Can see I was to, give you power and refine you
You fucking me we can grind to
Gather the better America

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