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, they it to sin
The darker gets the less it has been
The hate, the hate made, I from them
But I ain't point the finga
We got annoyed (singers)
Nina, Marvin, Billie, Stevie
Need to hear them
to believe me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it speed that we travel at
Endangered in our own
Them and dope, man y'all 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 rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we professionals
You know what do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they pipe us
'Til you're parties invite us
of voting laws in spite us
You know, you know we from a family of (fighters)
in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
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 created equal, black Americans
Yeah, that's black America

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, here we go
Trayvon 'ill get to be an older man
Black children, childhood stole from them
Robbed of our and our language, stole again
Who stole the soul black folk?
Same man stole the land from cheap black smoke
And made the crackle on our back slow
Made us go the back door
And raffle black on the slave blocks
Now we slaves to the blocks cause on 'em we spray
our own to lay in a box
Black stomach stay in a knots
We kill each other, than the cops
I wish the hatin' stop
We are at war, in a with us
I know that lives matter, do they matter to us?
are the things 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 or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more Serena
It took Viola Davis to say
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they 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 our own story, black America again