Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black again
Think of Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, comparin' it to sin
The darker the less fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from
But I gon' point the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to them songs
to believe me
Who me, Lincoln or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or battle
Or is it God's that we travel at
in our own habitat
Them and dope, man y'all can have it back
As a matter (of) fact, we lab rats
You built the projects for, now you ya hood back
I guess if you could rap, you would it too
That PTSD, we need
You what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna us
you're political parties invite us
Instead of voting in spite us
You know, you we from a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe then believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't shipped
To rob and ya
We hold these truths ta (to) be
All men and are created equal, including black Americans
Yeah, black America again

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon never get to be an older man
Black children, they childhood from them
Robbed of our names and our language, again
Who stole the soul black folk?
Same man that stole the land cheap black smoke
And made the crackle on our back slow
Made us go through the back
And raffle black bodies on the slave
Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we spray
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach stay in a
We each other, more than the cops
I the hatin' would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that black lives matter, do they to us?
These are the we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd rather the kids
As dirty as the in Flint, the system is
Is it a felony? or a
Sharapova makin' more than Serena
It took Viola Davis to say
The roles of the and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Bookers
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with
And greasy foods, I don't believe the
Or radio, we refuse
into cyclone to spin
We write our own story, black America