Luyện nghe bài hát New Black

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

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

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