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 this up!
is another Los Angeles Leaker
You fucking face-having ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
in Black America, metaphor for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my like a editor
I flow a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the like Django
Still let the chain glow, where they bang
And get shot like camera angles
In rap put up on Vimeo
I'm where the buck 50 perennial all-star
that don't fall far from Islam
When rap is dead, I had the fluid embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the building like an
Enter Com, the most...
Intricate, integrated imminent
Domain, I'm feeling myself a sentiment-
-tal letter 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 on like Malcolm
My and style done a transformation
room, I don't need reservations
You as a hotel, I stay presidential
to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've seen things been through
hard for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo
I be with broads got they shit together
if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the spliff together
The essence of the herbs, the of the words
Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your
You walk past, look behind you
Look you up and down to 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 America, takin' threats from a terrorist
We will never but the media feed hysteria
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
godly than gluttonous but my supper's superior
You know the difference 'tween the kids with the tickets
And the ones with the money, in the
I break bread with with my like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, you'll find red over cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, don't be
I'm pissed off, tinkle is the
You's just a little star (twinkle) ain't me
Been a superstar since ma me
My president is
I wonder if Pac we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
They that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
Exposin' shit
Used to dollars, now my sense ain't so common
Went across the whole screamin' Hiiipower
Never been a racist, but I horsepower, I'm hot
why I got the fans in the stands
Em fans googlin', enemies hands
Restorin' the balance, the malice
We kill you motherfuckin' mice with a
This is Huey P Newton a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Fred on pills
In the Hamptons, now that's real, happenin'?
I'm just trying to my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria a bowl of cereal
Kill a instrumental then book a flight on
To the nation's capital, Golf radical
Black lip pastor, tip the when he pass yah
Welcome to America