Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, America again
Think of Sandra Bland as I'm 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 them
But I ain't point the finga
We got singas (singers)
Like Nina, Marvin, Billie,
Need to them songs
to believe me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
Drinkin' or raps?
Or is it God's speed that we at
Endangered in our own
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 what pressure do, it makes the pipes bust
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna us
'Til you're political invite us
Instead of voting in spite us
You know, you know we a family of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our wars and your wars, you put a nigga in Star
Maybe you need two, and then then 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 America again

2: Common]
We go here, we go here, we go again
Trayvon 'ill never get to be an man
Black children, they childhood stole from
Robbed of our names and our language, stole
Who the soul from black folk?
Same man that stole the land cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our back
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 stomach stay in a knots
We kill each other, more than the
I the hatin' would stop
We are at war, in a with us
I know that lives 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 water in Flint, the is
Is it a or a misdemeanor?
Maria Sharapova makin' more Serena
It took Viola to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all they us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The of the Earth, they get the salt with sugar
And greasy foods, I don't the news
Or radio, stereotypes we
into cyclone to spin
We write our own story, black again