Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The color of my skin, comparin' it to sin
The darker gets the fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from
But I ain't point the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to them songs
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed that we at
Endangered in our own
Them and dope, man y'all can have it back
As a matter (of) fact, we them lab
You built the projects for, now you want ya hood
I if you could rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need
You know what do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna us
'Til political parties invite us
of voting laws in spite us
You know, you know we from a 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 shipped here
To rob and ya
We hold truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including black
Yeah, that's America again

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon 'ill get to be an older man
Black children, they stole from them
of our names and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul from black
man that stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our slow
us go through the back door
And raffle bodies on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach in a knots
We each other, more than the cops
I the hatin' would stop
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that black matter, do they matter to us?
are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
of educate, they'd rather convict the kids
As dirty as the in Flint, the system is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria makin' more than Serena
It took Davis to say this
The of the help and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, get the salt with sugar
And foods, I don't believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed into to spin
We write our own story, black again