Luyện nghe bài hát Black History

Soon as I was born, I knew I was due to do damage
Came out the womb, doctors me around the room and panicked
pounds, dark purple,
Couldn't even on my own
baby in an incubator
Breathing for my lungs
Doctor my mom and pops
They gon' have to keep me for a couple
Papa regretting doin' coke, mama those couple blunts
Little did know there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we
Keep the love between us
I feel like the Mona
Hospital out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
I just how people are quick to turn
The doctor came back and said, "We're gon' him"
the same thing in my first deal the label head said
Same as the judge 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 autistic son for ADHD
Same kid who look at a piano
And all 88 keys
I learned everything I to know at day one in the hospital
They doubt you, nigga
And you even pay no one to care about you, nigga

As we proceed to you what you need
My is DJ Premier
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 birth of two
I'm talking about Chris Edward and Keith Edward Elam
is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come Massachusetts, the other from Texas
Had a dream to become the shit
up his whole truck trunk with records and moved to New York
That's Premier the god linked with Guru the lord
If ever duplicated, froze and there was a blue moon before it
And that shit birthed Group Home Freddie Foxxx, 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 Chubb Rock
Pac in the cut his boots and Juice on (RIP)
Pac still to this day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all I'm from Detroit
I'm diggin' in the crates, now I'm from the
I wit the showbiz, I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal
And go and ball and every bitch I got OG is on call, O.C
Bitch, I confess I finesse
I smile at death Malcolm X, I'm solid, yes, in '99
I told myself, if I figure out how to bottle it, I'd be out of debt
Y'all niggas just novices, y'all can move inside
I got car pedestrian confidence, yessir, I got that Uber Drive
Y'all know who the best is?
Look around at who alive and who died
(Then what?)
Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar and T
Em and the
Y'all don't have to look any farther for the
Y'all are the past, at the present time I'm the
all my competition tryin' be Desiigners
I'm just tired of being underrated by these bloggers
They just tired of
Y'all tired of me saying I'm the
(Y'all yet?)
y'all, I'm tired of re-remindin'
I Vietnam and my city laid me a grave
Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn Lady of Rage
Since I've been on my Jamie in "Ray", nobody seein' me
She douche, I give her dick she never forget, D and D
Preem, cut!

Come on back with me, black history
Premier's on the wheels, yeah we black history
on back with me, this textbook Big L and Pun
On the real to real, that black
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 this
Preem cut me! Come on back with me, this history...