Luyện nghe bài hát New Black

1,2, pray these niggas don't at you
3, 4, hoping we reachin' Heaven's
5, 6, 7, 8
Keep your hands high, shoot, don't discriminate
See we gon' get this money, dirty, clean, get this money
Numb to the bullshit, so mix the dunk the Sprite
And we gon' be okay my lil nigga, just hold on
'Cause cops blacks, blacks killin' blacks, we gon' die
But we gon' die with honor, short stories and
Mama say to God, and we don't listen, so mama cry
My lil nigga Petey life and his lil bro
Got a baby and he left his lil' him all
me of his pops, and his pops was a street nigga
But a loser not for teachin' his kids better
But no equal mo' harder to reach niggas
And why niggas like me wanna be niggas
My street wisdom higher than the sun so it's God
I got level headed when I left to the seed planted
Speech, free speak, only to exist
Then set free the curse left just to bondage our minds and teach

Bibbity bop bop
New black, the scat, dat box
will die, I promise that
If we the lies in our raps, yeah
Bibbity bop bop
New black, the scat, dat box
Hip-hop will die, I that
If we keep the lies in our raps,
bibbity bop bop
New black, the scat, dat box
Hip-hop will die, I promise
If we the lies in our raps, uh
bibbity bop bop
New black, the scat, dat box
will die, I promise that
If we keep talkin' guns and gats in our

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