Luyện nghe bài hát New Black

1,2, pray these don't clap at you
3, 4, hoping we Heaven's doors
5, 6, 7, 8
Keep your hands high, don't shoot, don't
See we gon' get money, dirty, clean, get this money right
Numb to the bullshit, so mix the wit' 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 and homicides
Mama say pray to God, and we listen, so mama cry
My lil nigga servin' life and his lil bro
Got a baby and he his lil' him all alone
Remind me of his pops, and his pops was a street
But a fuckin' not for teachin' his kids better
But no fathers equal mo' harder to niggas
And wonder why niggas like me be niggas
My street wisdom higher than the sun so God level
I got level headed when I to beseech 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
Hip-hop die, I promise that
If we keep the in our raps, yeah
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 die, I promise that
If we keep the in our raps, uh
Bibbity bop bop
New black, the scat, dat box
will die, I promise that
If we keep talkin' and gats in our raps

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