Luyện nghe bài hát Slippin out Amerikkka

I'm out America, mass hysteria
Caught with possession and intent to and deliver murder
Get off every word I spit
From the underground streets of Detroit, this is as as it gets
If the slugs fit, wear it.If ya got riches it
Whatchu cant take witcha let ya inherit
But roscoe, I'ma flare it
And snatch up the freedom with my mandinos, Mujahid

[Mujahid in
of Chorus]
All praises due to Allah, of the Worlds
Most compassionate, most master of
The Day of Judgment. Thy do we worship in
Aide do we seek. Show us the path, the path
Of those whom you have your mercy and
Not those who your wrath or those who go astray
Amin...

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

[Mujahid muslim]
And they be tryin' to take every breath
I sit back and peep the spectacles of death

[Mujahid speaking
All praises to the and the knots in my pocket
been tryin' to kill all our babies for dollars
But many have passed and we gonna holla at that ass
From the future to the past, from the future to the

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