Luyện nghe bài hát Black History

Soon as I was born, I knew I was due to do some
Came out the womb, passed me around the room and panicked
pounds, dark purple,
Couldn't even on my own
Shakin' baby in an
machine for my lungs
Doctor my mom and pops
gon' have to keep me for a couple months
Papa regretting doin' coke, mama probably those blunts
Little did they there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we
Keep the love between us
I feel like the Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his
I learned just how are quick to turn
The came back and said, "We're gon' 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 my moms and pops ain't raise me well
Wait, please, I was
The only person who could get to me was maybe Jay-Z
They tried to give my autistic son for ADHD
Same kid who could look at a
And memorize all 88
I everything I need to know at day one in the hospital
They gonna doubt you,
And you can't pay no one to care about you, nigga

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

1966, 21st
In 17th, '61 marks the birth, the birth of two phenoms
I'm about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam
is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come from Massachusetts, the other Texas
Had a to become the next shit
up his whole truck trunk with records and moved to New York
That's where Premier the god linked with Guru the
If ever duplicated, hell froze and there was a blue moon it
And that shit birthed Group Home Freddie Foxxx, inspired
Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru song
Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewin' Chubb
Pac in the cut his boots and Juice on (RIP)
Pac still to this day, still the one they tryna be
know I'm from Detroit
I'm diggin' in the crates, now I'm from the
I ain't wit the showbiz, I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe
And go and ball and every 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 figure out how to bottle it, I'd be out of debt
Y'all niggas just novices, y'all can just move
I got that car pedestrian confidence, yessir, I got Uber Drive
Y'all wanna who the best is?
Look at who alive and who done died
(Then what?)
Then look at me, Kendrick and Pusha T
Em and the
Y'all don't have to any farther for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the time I'm the Future
'Cause all my competition be Desiigners
I'm just tired of being underrated by these lazy
They just of re-rewindin'
Y'all of me saying I'm the greatest?
(Y'all yet?)
y'all, I'm tired of re-remindin'
I survived and my city laid me a grave
Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of
Since then I've been on my in "Ray", nobody seein' me
She douche, I her dick she never forget, that's D and D
Preem, cut!

Come on with me, this 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, black history
I up my mind (mind)
Went to sleep, (dead)
in the past
I'm wake up alive
Live, live,
We takin over, this shit this
Preem cut me! Come on with me, this black history...