Luyện nghe bài hát My Skin is My Sin

Motherfucker, you'd break yourself

My is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
Get you higher than a lee joint

See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting and watermelon
It ain't nothing but hard time
got a misdomener
'Cause I got a and I'm black as Sarafina

Get the hell out Somalia, we call y'all
I cant till I can kill all y'all
Fuck Reggie and Jimmy Johnny Cochran
Damn, I couldn't get enough to sock him

I guilty your honor
'Cause I dissed the pope times than Sinead Oconnor
Huh huh, cool, like Butthead and
Truer than the but I'm downer than he is

And that chief named Willie
Can take his ass back to Philly
Dropped a bomb on a crew move
Years ago, a hoe

That's ready to stop me, think I'm Khadafi
Rolling in a six-tre
They to give me ten in the pen
I'm smelling like hen
My is my sin

My S K I N is my S I N
(Burning our skin)
My S K I N is my S I N
(Burning our skin)

I get around like Tupac, just a new glock
And I what you got
So please give it up so I can it up
like the rich but I still eat grits

I know karate
But I can still beat the dog out of Nazis
You claim you to put in work
Plotting to blow up a

See, you are all the same
You'll gun a congregation in Jesus name
me as a scapegoat, well cracker don't sleep
Far from a goat, more like a sheep

of God and it's odd
That is a man that don't need a tan
And you can't stand when I like that
And why do black men have to like that?

'Cause we swing low like a
And now I got Harriet all on my
my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10
My is my sin

My S K I N is my S I N
(Burning our skin)
My S K I N is my S I N
(Burning our skin)

Who's that janky-ass with last?
Standing like A G, on America's flag
Dub c, the nigga from West
Westside maad bailing with a double barrel

'Cause uh, my is my sin
And all I need is knowledge of
And ammunition is my best
When time to roll nigga, we ain't calling on Jesus

I'm calling mad dog for the 9
'Cause I give the with those pecker woods to the fullest
And a by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that my forefathers

And the Indians took my motherfucking
Place a Bible in my hand, but for what?
Jim Kelly said, you try to set me up? Shit
I'm too slick for your in disguise

When you devils open your eyes and realize?
Like Pepsi, niggas got a new
And we don't your American education
Ain't no brain this way
America, Tom Meztger, and KKK

And to the named J.B.Stoner
let me catch you on no corners
I see you on TV more shit
But just like your ancestors, yous a bitch

Yous a bitch if I saw one
Grand wizard your ass on imperial so we can get physical
And watch God and prove
Not only mentally but physically the black man

So run devil run, yous to best start
Because the niggas are coming, oh, the are coming
And ain't no way you win
'Cause I come from a tribe of O.G.S and my is my sin

My S K I N is my S I N
(Burning our skin)
My S K I N is my S I N
(Burning our skin)