Luyện nghe bài hát 2000 Seasons

Yeah
For who do we to reflect our own people's death
For who's entertainment we sing of agony? In what hopes?
That the destroyers aspiring to us will suddenly
Suffer remorse at the sight of their own success?
The last imbecile to dream that is dead
He was by the saviors of his own dream
Armah, seasons

1]
I'm not a human being getting on spiritual shit
A being manifested as a human that's it
When I spit I spray thoughts representing my life
Yo I step into the spot leave open like mics
Take on em on a
psychologies of war
Things you imagine if you've never seen em before
come back raw
out the c- 74
I welcome them back to the world they is run by laws
The world is run by men who use for tools
But I come thru war tactics Shaka Zulu
Mcs is like play-doh
I 'em
em to pieces

Slaves the words I'm painting
The
You hear em on the babbling
The truth is traveling with the
I sent flying through the air like a
Unraveling like a
Pound it in chest like a gavel in the highest court
In Bablyon, travel on
If the world is foul, and you foul is how you got to live
Then from the get your ass was
And just is how you is
No excuses see, dilemnas are set up like a mirror
Just to show you all your
Now your is clearer
You had chance for evolution
You let it you by
why
I'm dissing wack mc's the day that I die
Reflection getting you
We stand our ground with the
The tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of Giza
No
The way I flip it is
Tis the
Ain't no

2]
All
Flowing like spring water in the
Balling through the barren
Where niggas a stand, like castles made of sand
falling
For
Nothing but a to fail for they selves
No sense of delf, needed affirmations of self help
Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking else
Speaking of
and scheming
Looking for
Took up too much
Like a fiend for that got cooked up
God bless the that got his own shit
I got my
So the fiends now opponents
They the
from competition
Shining like a golden shower, your face I'm in
Completing a mission like
The commission
Like fathers was to be missing
While our were supposed to be whoring
it for a rainy day, money is pouring
Under grey clouds, black butterflys still be
Flying in skies
We the highs
Blood be flowing in the streets crimson tide in my eyes
The be having me drowsy
But I get mellow the chronic
embarrased cause we discussing ebonics
I'm on a roll like
In an age that the plague got proportions
Yo I call it reparations, but they call it

Just give me
But
You've been warned for the very last
I'm not you again
So relay it to your
You actually to do
the drive in, driveby and drive through
got to
Get out the car
Humble
Tilt your back, and look at the stars
Shining over someplace very far, from where you
When the night is
You just who put them there
What you about the space you get lost in
Your peoples hear you in the distortion
The is absorption
And you sucked and you off american freezing for like
seasons
Upon return from raping and crossbreeding
Your own people accuse you of and misleading
Causing mass confusion. Drug
Now you all up in institutions
At this time you've got to break it down and be and proving
An A&R told me that I use too many phrases
True I'm to catch all my people in all different stages all
phases

It's like y'all...