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 this up!
This is another Los Leaker
You fucking corkscrew ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
Made in America, metaphor for a predator
Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a
I like a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the chain like
Still let the chain glow, where they bang
And niggas get shot like angles
In rap videos put up on
I'm where the buck 50 bicentennial all-star
Fruit that don't fall far Islam
When rap is dead, I had the that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the like an intercom
Enter Com, the most...
Intricate, with imminent
Domain, I'm feeling like a sentiment-
letter 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 live 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 that Heaven you
To the mental, I've seen things we've been through
It's hard for a man to claim gentile, let me the tempo
I be with that got they shit together
Even if it meant forever, still smoke the spliff together
The essence of the herbs, the of the words
Yeah you got a but I'm treasurin' your curves
You walk past, I'ma behind you
Look you up and to find you
Can see I was designed to, you power and refine you
You fucking me we can grind to
Gather the Black America

(Verse)
Made in America, takin' threats from a terrorist
We will never meet but the 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 bread with with my brethren like a pizzeria
Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots cheese, be a-
-ware of whereabouts, don't be feeble
I'm off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia
You's a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me
Been a 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 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 dollars, now my sense ain't so common
Went across the whole screamin' Hiiipower
been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot
That's why I got the in the stands
Em fans googlin', enemies shakin'
the balance, detourin' the malice
We kill you mice with a mallet
is Huey P Newton with a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on
In the Hamptons, now that's real, happenin'?
I'm just trying to teach my 'bout the Emerald tablets
the war in Syria over a bowl of cereal
Kill a instrumental then book a flight on
To the nation's capital, Wang radical
Black lip pastor, tip the when he pass yah
Welcome to America