Luyện nghe bài hát ABFF (Freestyle)

[Verse 1:
Hot damn, America again
Think of Sandra as I'm starin' in the wind
The of my skin, they comparin' 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 songs
Sometimes to me
Who freed me, Lincoln or
or battle raps?
Or is it speed that we travel at
in our own habitat
Them and dope, man y'all can have it back
As a (of) fact, we them lab rats
You the projects for, now you want ya hood back
I guess if you rap, you would express it too
That PTSD, we need
You know what pressure do, it makes the pipes
From schools to prison y'all, they tryna us
'Til political parties invite us
Instead of laws in spite us
You know, you know we from a of fightas (fighters)
Fight in, our and your wars, you put a nigga in Star Wars
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 ta (to) be self-evident
All men and women are created equal, including 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
Robbed of our names and our language, again
Who stole the soul black folk?
Same man that the land from cheap black smoke
And made the whip crackle on our slow
Made us go the back door
And raffle bodies on the slave blocks
Now we to the blocks cause on 'em we spray shots
our own to lay in a box
Black mothers' stomach stay in a
We kill each other, more the cops
I wish the hatin' would
We are at war, in a with us
I know that black matter, do they matter to us?
are the things we gotta discuss
The new plantation,
Instead of educate, they'd convict 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 to say this
The roles of the help and the gangstas is really all gave us
We need [?], [?], and Cory
The salt of the Earth, they get the salt with
And greasy foods, I believe the news
Or radio, we refuse
Brainwashed into to spin
We write our own story, black again