Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
of Sandra Bland as I'm starin' in the wind
The of my skin, they comparin' it to sin
The gets the less fairer it has been
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from
But I ain't gon' the finga
We got singas (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them
to believe me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
Drinkin' or battle
Or is it God's speed we travel at
Endangered in our own
Them guns and dope, man y'all can 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
PTSD, we need professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the pipes
schools to prison y'all, they tryna pipe us
'Til you're parties invite us
Instead of voting laws in us
You know, you know we from a family of (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
Maybe you need two, and then maybe we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't here
To rob and ya
We hold these truths ta (to) be
All men and women are created equal, black Americans
Yeah, that's black America

[Verse 2:
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon never get to be an older man
children, they childhood stole from them
Robbed of our names and our language, again
Who stole the from black folk?
man that stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back
Made us go 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?
These are the things we 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 Sharapova more than Serena
It took Viola to say this
The roles of the and the gangstas is really all they gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, get the salt with sugar
And greasy foods, I believe the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
Brainwashed into to spin
We write our own story, black again