Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The darker the less fairer it has been
The hate, the made, I inherited from them
But I ain't gon' the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
to hear them songs
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed we travel at
Endangered in our own
Them guns and dope, man can have it back
As a (of) fact, we them lab rats
You built the for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would it too
PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the pipes
From schools to prison y'all, they pipe us
'Til you're political invite us
Instead of voting laws in us
You know, you know we a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star
Maybe you two, and then maybe then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't shipped
To rob and ya
We hold truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are equal, including black Americans
Yeah, that's America again

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon 'ill never get to be an man
Black children, they stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, stole
Who the soul from black folk?
man that stole the land from cheap black smoke
And the whip crackle on our back slow
us go through the back door
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we to the blocks cause on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach in a knots
We kill each other, than the cops
I wish the would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that black lives matter, do matter to us?
are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd rather convict the
As dirty as the in Flint, the system is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more Serena
It took Viola to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all gave us
We need [?], [?], and Bookers
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with
And greasy foods, I believe the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into to spin
We write our own story, black America