Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, black America
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm in the wind
The color of my skin, they it to sin
The darker gets the less fairer it has
The hate, the hate made, I inherited from
But I gon' point the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
to hear them songs
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, or Cadillac?
or battle raps?
Or is it God's speed we travel at
in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man y'all can have it
As a (of) fact, we them 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 professionals
You know what pressure do, it makes the bust
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 from a family of (fighters)
Fight in, our and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
you need two, and then maybe then we'll believe you
See black people, in the future, we weren't here
To rob and ya
We hold truths ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, black Americans
Yeah, that's black America

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, we go again
'ill never 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 folk?
Same man that stole the land from black smoke
And made the crackle on our back slow
Made us go the back door
And raffle black bodies on the slave
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 other, more than the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a battle us
I know that black matter, do they matter to us?
These are the we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd rather the kids
As dirty as the water in Flint, the is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more than
It took Viola Davis to say
The roles of the help and the gangstas is all they gave us
We [?], [?], and Cory Bookers
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt sugar
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into to spin
We write our own story, black America