Luyện nghe bài hát Black History

Soon as I was born, I I was due to do some damage
out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked
Four pounds, purple,
Couldn't even on my own
Shakin' in an incubator
Breathing for my lungs
told my mom and pops
They gon' to keep me for a couple months
Papa regretting doin' coke, mama probably couple blunts
Little did they there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we
Keep the unconditional between us
I feel like the Mona
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his
I just how people are quick to turn
The doctor came back and said, "We're release him"
That's the same thing in my first deal the label said
Same as the after 365 days in jail cells
You probably think my moms and pops raise me well
Wait, please, I was
The only person who could get through to me was Jay-Z
They tried to give my son medicine for ADHD
Same kid who could at a piano
And memorize all 88
I everything I need to know at day one in the hospital
They gonna doubt you,
And you can't even pay no one to care about you,

As we proceed to give you what you
My name is DJ
I'd like to introduce to you Ant Man
On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and of Mart
PRhyme 2 is

1966, March
In July 17th, '61 the birth, the birth of two phenoms
I'm about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam
This is for the Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come Massachusetts, the other from Texas
Had a to become the next shit
Filled up his whole truck trunk with and moved to New York
That's where Premier the god linked with the lord
If ever duplicated, hell froze and was a blue moon before it
And that shit birthed Group Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit
Like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I'm just clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Chubb
Pac in the cut with his and Juice on (RIP)
Pac still to this day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all know I'm Detroit
I'm in the crates, now I'm from the diamond-D
I ain't wit the showbiz, I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe
And go and ball and bitch I got OG is on call, that's O.C
Bitch, I confess that I
I smile at like Malcolm X, I'm solid, yes, in '99
I told myself, if I could figure out how to it, I'd be out of debt
Y'all niggas novices, y'all can just move inside
I got that car pedestrian confidence, yessir, I got that Drive
Y'all wanna know who the is?
Look around at who alive and who died
(Then what?)
Then at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T
Em and the
don't have to look any farther for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the present I'm the Future
all my competition tryin' be Desiigners
I'm just tired of being underrated by these bloggers
They just of re-rewindin'
tired of me saying I'm the greatest?
(Y'all yet?)
y'all, I'm tired of re-remindin'
I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a
Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of
Since then been on my Jamie in "Ray", nobody seein' me
She douche, I give her she never forget, that's D and D
Preem, cut!

Come on back me, this black history
Premier's on the wheels, yeah we makin black
Come on with me, this textbook Big L and Pun
On the real to real, that history
I up my mind (mind)
Went to sleep, (dead)
That's in the
I'm wake up alive
Live, live,
We takin over, shit this year
Preem cut me! Come on back with me, black history...