Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

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

(Verse)
Made in Black America, for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a
I like a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain like
let the chain glow, where they bang known
And niggas get shot camera angles
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the 50 bicentennial perennial all-star
Fruit don't fall far from Islam
When rap is dead, I had the 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 myself a sentiment-
-tal letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and
I'm cold, I'm to melt
I'm than a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still on like Malcolm
My and style done a transformation
Make room, I need reservations
You as a hotel, I stay presidential
Strange to be sinful and know Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've things we've been through
It's hard for a man to gentile, let me change the tempo
I be with broads that got 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, look behind you
Look you up and to find you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You with me we can grind to
Gather the Black America

(Verse)
Made in Black America, takin' threats from a
We will never 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 kids with the lunch
And the ones the money, in the cafeteria
I break bread with with my brethren like a
Spinnin' dough, you'll red dots over cheese, be a-
-ware of whereabouts, don't be feeble
I'm pissed off, tinkle is the
You's just a little (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, my grandpa glad
They that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
fake shit
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so
Went across the whole nation Hiiipower
been a racist, but I love 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' mice a mallet
This is P Newton with a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Hampton on pills
In the Hamptons, now that's real, happenin'?
I'm just trying to teach my 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in over a bowl of cereal
Kill a then book a flight on Expedia
To the capital, Golf Wang radical
Black lip pastor, tip the when he pass yah
Welcome to America