Luyện nghe bài hát Slippin out Amerikkka

I'm slippin' out America, mass
with possession and intent to write and deliver murder
Get blessed off every I spit
From the underground streets of Detroit, this is as as it gets
If the slugs fit, it.If ya got riches share it
Whatchu cant witcha let ya seeds inherit
But this roscoe, flare it
And snatch up the with my masked mandinos, Mujahid

[Mujahid in
[Translation of
All praises due to Allah, Lord of the
compassionate, most merciful master of
The Day of Judgment. Thy do we in thine
Aide do we seek. us the straight path, the path
Of those whom you have your mercy and
Not those who incure your wrath or who go astray
Amin...

I'm out America ''cause there's too many jails
Pretending to be friends they be sellin' you sins

speaking muslim]
And they be to take like every breath
While I sit back and peep the spectacles of

[Mujahid muslim]
All praises to the prophet and the in my pocket
America been to kill all our babies for dollars
But many moons have and we gonna holla at that ass
the future to the past, from the future to the past

I seen it all Pharaoh to Nimrod
These tryin' to play us like they God
I peep the whole scenery, the same
But really though, does it mean to me?