Luyện nghe bài hát BLACK EFFECT

Can you tell us love?
Hmm, there's love of children
Love of
of God
Love of a
All of them a different shape
But all of them is the in the end
It's about sensitivity, about passion
It's about giving of self to another person
And there's of humanity
That's the love is right now needed most
Love of
But in everything, in all of that love, there is a
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you take the and mix them up
Trying to find the that match
And you the perfect match
you find the perfect match
That compatibility in passion
in unconditional giving of self

[Chorus:
I'm on any MLK Boulevard
I'm on any MLK Boulevard
See my vision a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X
Haters dreadin' my effect, want that Das EFX
Get your hands up high like a false
Let me see 'em up high, is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a
Now where I can see them, fuck a false arrest

1: JAY-Z]
This all white fit that I shit permanent
The fro that I grow got no in it
Hmm, a nigga late but he dressed
Got slowed by the weight of my necklaces
the Lexus in the projects, bitch I'm reckless
Extra magazine hopped on a jet with my chick
Blacker the Essence fest
The behind the back is so effortless
James to you Omaroses
Dapper Dan at 4AM, shit, I am the
I made my own so now they're anti-Tidal
I'm livin' the no sock despite you
Since the Khalif died, they've at my neck
Y'all can tell 'em Trayvon is comin'
The FCC, the FBI or the IRS
I the alphabet, boys, like an eye test

[Chorus: JAY-Z and
I'm good on any MLK (I'm good)
I'm good on any MLK (He good)
See my with a TEC, bitch, I'm Malcolm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your hands up high like a arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a
Put your hands where I can see them, a false arrest

[Post-Chorus:
Higher,
Higher,
Higher,
Higher,

[Verse 2: JAY-Z, and both]
I'm any way I go, any way I go (go)
I pull up like the Riders, hop out on rodeo
with your curls, your lips, Sarah Baartman hips
Gotta hop into my jeans, like I hop my whip
Mobbin' in a like Melo
Come up out pretty motherfucker like Hello, Hello
I will never let you shoot the off my Pharaoh
I like purple and rain
Tryna put red and together, bitch, that's all gang
These people tryna get me out the
'Cause I cook collard greens and better than your aunt
Man, we started with a mustard
Now we in the gray 911 with the mustard
Sheesh! black puma jet
Shining my light on the world just UMI Says
Got the Richard Milie all
hit you with the Rose Gold all summer
For the
even biting cornrows, put your scarecrows up
I from the finest crop
Tell em the god's on row, watch them line the
The circuit is stopped
Now we in stadiums, Eighty Thou a wop,

[Chorus: Jay-Z and
I'm on any MLK Boulevard (He good)
I'm good on any MLK (We good)
See my vision with a TEC, bitch, I'm X (I'm Malcom X)
Haters my effect, they want that Das EFX (Yeah)
Get your up high like a false arrest
(Get hands up high like a false arrest)
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a
(Let me see 'em up high, is not a test)
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a
(Yes, put em up, is not a test)
Now where I can see them, fuck a false arrest

I know, I got one [?]
But look in the mirror, I see him me
Not realizing all you're [?] could mean
But I know, I got one [?]