Luyện nghe bài hát Be (intro) - (with The Last Poets)

I be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death grew conception, new breath and
For moms, new in her direction, in the right way
Told inside is where the lay
And everything a nigga do may not be what he say
Chicago nights stay, on the mind
But I write many lives and lay on lines
the signs of the times
Many say the grind's on the
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wonderin' I'm
pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't for the skies
Waiting for the to rise
I look into my daughter's
And realize I'ma learn her
The Messiah, might return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the through her
Furs and a Benz, Gramps 'em
Demons and old friends, Pops they him
The chosen one from the of the frozen sun
When drunk nights get remembered more than sober
Walk warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to to where my soul begun
Never looking or too far in front of me
The present is a gift, and I just be