Luyện nghe bài hát Black History

Soon as I was born, I I was due to do some damage
Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the and panicked
Four pounds, purple,
Couldn't breathe on my own
Shakin' baby in an
Breathing for my lungs
told my mom and pops
They gon' have to keep me for a months
Papa regretting doin' coke, mama those couple blunts
Little did they know there was to be ashamed of as long as we
Keep the unconditional love us
I feel like the Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his
I learned just how people are quick to
The doctor came and said, "We're gon' release him"
That's the same thing in my deal the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 days in jail
You probably my moms and pops ain't raise me well
Wait, please, I was
The person who could get through to me was maybe Jay-Z
They to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD
Same kid who look at a piano
And memorize all 88
I learned I need to know at day one in the hospital
gonna doubt you, nigga
And you can't even pay no one to about you, nigga

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

1966, March
In July 17th, '61 marks the birth, the of two phenoms
I'm talking Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam
This is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us
One come from Massachusetts, the other from
Had a dream to the next shit
Filled up his truck trunk with records and moved to New York
That's Premier the god linked with Guru the lord
If ever duplicated, hell froze and there was a blue before it
And shit birthed Group Home Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit
Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Rock
Pac in the cut his boots and Juice on (RIP)
Pac still to this day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all know I'm from
I'm in the crates, now I'm from the diamond-D
I ain't wit the showbiz, I'm just AG tryna me a Fat Joe deal
And go and ball and every I got OG is on call, that's O.C
Bitch, I confess that I
I smile at death Malcolm X, I'm solid, yes, in '99
I told myself, if I could out how to bottle it, I'd be out of debt
Y'all niggas just novices, y'all can just inside
I got that car confidence, yessir, I got that Uber Drive
Y'all wanna know who the is?
around at who alive and who done died
(Then what?)
Then at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T
Em and the
Y'all don't to look any farther for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the time I'm the Future
all my competition tryin' be Desiigners
I'm just tired of underrated by these lazy bloggers
They just tired of
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 me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage
Since then I've 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 with me, this black history
Premier's on the wheels, yeah we makin history
Come on with me, this textbook Big L and Pun
On the real to real, black history
I made up my (mind)
to sleep, dead (dead)
That's in the
I'm gon' up alive
Live, live,
We takin over, this shit year
Preem cut me! on back with me, this black history...