Luyện nghe bài hát 2000 Seasons

Talib

Hi Tek...

Whom do we to reflect on peoples death
Who's entertainment we sing our agony
of our
That the aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly
suffer at the sight of their own fantastic success?

The imbecile to dream that dream is dead
He was killed by the saviors of his own
Armah - seasons

Kweli-Verse 1

Im not a human being no spirtual shit,
a Spiritual manifested as a human that's it
When I spit I spray that's representing my life
Yo I step into the spot leave niggas like mics
Take on em on a
psychologies of war
Things you imagine if you've never seen em before
Shorties back raw
out the c- 74
I welcome them to the world they think is run by laws
The world is run by men who use for tools
I come thru war tactics like Shaka
Mcs is like play-doh
I 'em
smash em to
volunteer Slaves the words i'm painting
The
You hear em on the radio
But the truth is traveling with the
As flying through the air like a javelin
Unraveling a verdict
Pound it in chest like a gavel in the highest court
In Bablyon, let's on
If the world is foul, and you foul is how you got to live
Then the get your ass was foul
And just is how you is
No excuses see, life's are set up like a mirror
Just to you all your faces
Now your clearer understanding is
You had your for revolution
You let it you by
That's why I'm dissing wack mc's the day that I die
Reflection you high
We our ground with the believers
The leaning tower of Pisa and the Pyramids of
No
The way I flip it is
Tis the
Ain't no

2
All
Flowing spring water in the desert
Balling through the barren
Where take a stand, like castles made of sand
falling
For
Nothing but a plan to fail for they
No sense of delf, needed daily of self help
Yo it's right in front of yo grill stop looking everywhere
of planning,
Hustling and
for hookups
Took up too time
Like a fiend for rocks that got up
God the child that got his own shit
I got my
So the fiends now become
They the
from competition
Shining like a golden shower, your i'm pissing in
Completing a genocide mission
The commission
Like was supposed to be missing
our sisters were supposed to be whoring
Save it for a rainy day, is pouring
Under grey clouds, black butterflys still be
Flying in frienldy
We classifying the
Blood be flowing in the streets crimson tide in my eyes
Tye be me drowsy
But I get mellow with the
Intellectuals embarrasSed cause we ebonics
I'm on a roll like
In an age that the got bubonic proportions
Yo I it reparations, but they call it extortion

Just me mine
But
been warned for the very last time
I'm not you again
So relay it to crew
You gotta to do
Forget the drive in, driveby and drive
got to
Get out the car
Humble
your head back, and look at the stars
Shining over someplace very far, where you standing
When the is clear
You understanding just who put them
you know about the space you get lost in
Your can't hear you in the distortion
The desert is
And you sucked and you stuck off freezing for like
seasons
Upon your return from raping and
own people accuse you of deceiving and misleading
Causing mass confusion. Drug
Now you all caught up in
At this time you've got to it down and be showing and proving
An A&R told me that i use to many catch
I'm trying to catch all my people in all different stages all
different

it's like y'all...