Luyện nghe bài hát 1-9-9-9

(featuring X & Talib Kweli)

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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Kweli]
Yo, just relax, it easy slow down
I had this, I had friend of mine
Who just, you know, he was movin too fast,
I him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill
I said, I said still, I still, you gotta
Just appreciate life, sit back, let it fly right past you
No matter what go on I'm still mine
No matter the year, no matter the place, no the time

Check it, it's like I'm for freedom, writin for freedom
These record company niggas I don't when I see em
My ancestors, when I'm writin I see em, and wit em
Hopin in the land I can walk wit em
Shitted on, so many rappers like I'm in the stall wit em
Molest concepts, start rhythm, dues, bought wisdom
As legends fall my godmother answer call
Preachers' daughters get fucked in the reverand's
MC's reckless ?I ball? why wanna go and do that?
Must've thought I was solo, the name just the U-Ac
No mo', still
Like in the ghetto photo wit one nigga in the
Holdin liquor in despair, signs in the air
I shine in spaces where time is just a
Hold the mic like a
Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but these are
Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is
is life, I'm like chief up in this demonstration
Still...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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[Sadat X]*in background during
it out, everyday ha yeah
This how we do it for y'all
Common Sense, X puttin something in your ear
Something for you to
For the whole world, yaknowimsayin, but it ain't
It's a fee, it out

You squirm wit coughin, whippin cough
Six days of madness and you might me off
On this great ball of stress that they call the
I'ma show in rhyme just how much shit I been through
And all the place I to, always played the low
It's like a competition, this mission I'm tellin you
Slip up and niggas here is fellin you
Crash courses, slow you can't learn that quick
I'm the dead eye, wit the red eye, from Chi to L-I
I thought y'all knew, year I grew, I'm still growin
And in a year or two I hope my girl'll be
A male seed, praise God I name him
I people I want him to, that's why I chose this
Now is the glass half-full or
Common, why tempt me?
The of the simply, bore in mic
I always stay on top I give niggas what they like
I know y'all hate that why I I owe y'all everyday
If hear it a thousand times, it's gon' be the same way
The 'Dat-Father, go farther, why
Now I'm a man, I don't want no stress
You I'm still...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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Yo yo, some get Rovers, some religion change-over
Angel on my shoulder tellin me remain sober
Token nigga, game's over ain't no in freestyle
In battles, I'm warring/Warren like a
for the child in me, this style in me
This release is like the piece now in me
They to 'sassinate me god, like Martin on the bal-cony
Lyrically I put a hit on em, I'm the style-Nitty
Catch a flick at the Kitty
Tryin to get a chick to it wit me till the tilt
Told her my Chamber's Wilt
Built wit her for a sec, let her I had respect
Less than a hour she was me neck, yo I'm still gettin mine...

"Still mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE"
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