Luyện nghe bài hát Made In Black America

(Intro)
The Los Leakers,
That is an name
Whomever came up with name
Is a f...freaking
Tearing this up!
This is another Los Angeles
You fucking corkscrew ass motherfucker!

(Verse)
Made in Black America, metaphor for a
to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editor
I like a reservoir, dog
Rap Tarantino, off the like Django
let the chain glow, where they bang known
And niggas get like camera angles
In rap put up on Vimeo
I'm the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-star
Fruit that don't fall far Islam
rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed
I speak, you know I'm in the building an intercom
Com, the world's most...
Intricate, integrated with
Domain, I'm feeling myself a sentiment-
letter written to myself, aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth
I'm cold, I'm to melt
I'm than a hot song, or a hot album
Ask my ex, I still on like Malcolm
My and style done a transformation
Make room, I need reservations
You as a hotel, I stay presidential
Strange to be sinful and that Heaven sent you
To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've through
It's for a man to claim gentile, let me change the tempo
I be with broads got they shit together
Even if it ain't meant forever, still the spliff together
The of the herbs, the presence of the words
Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your
You walk past, I'ma behind you
Look you up and down to you
Can see I was designed to, give you and refine you
You fucking with me we can to
Gather the better Black

(Verse)
Made in Black America, takin' threats from a
We will meet but the media feed hysteria
And I be inferior, if I be in of ya
More godly than gluttonous but my supper's
You know the difference 'tween the kids the lunch tickets
And the ones the money, in the cafeteria
I break bread with with my brethren like a
Spinnin' dough, you'll red dots over cheese, be a-
-ware of your whereabouts, don't be
I'm off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia
You's a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me
Been a since ma made me
My president is
I wonder if Pac we was ready for that, or did we move too fast?
I don't a fuck, shit my grandpa glad
They that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead
Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in hip-hop matrix,
Exposin' fake
Used to borrow dollars, now my sense so common
Went across the whole nation Hiiipower
Never a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot
why I got the fans in the stands
Em fans googlin', enemies hands
Restorin' the balance, the malice
We kill you mice with a mallet
This is P Newton with a QP
Bobby with a Seale, Hampton on pills
In the Hamptons, now real, what's happenin'?
I'm trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets
Stop the war in Syria a bowl of cereal
Kill a instrumental then a flight on Expedia
To the nation's capital, Golf Wang
Black lip pastor, tip the usher when he yah
to Black America