Luyện nghe bài hát Black History

Soon as I was born, I knew I was due to do damage
Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and
Four pounds, purple,
Couldn't breathe on my own
baby in an incubator
Breathing machine for my
told my mom and pops
They gon' have to me for a couple months
Papa regretting doin' coke, mama probably those blunts
did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we
Keep the unconditional love us
I feel the Mona Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a in his insurance
I learned just how people are quick to
The came back and said, "We're gon' release him"
That's the same thing in my first the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 in jail cells
You probably think my moms and ain't raise me well
Wait, please, I was
The only person who get through to me was maybe 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 need to know at day one in the
They gonna you, nigga
And you even pay no one to care about you, nigga

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

1966, 21st
In July 17th, '61 marks the birth, the of two phenoms
I'm talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward
This is for the real Gang Starr fans, not the ones who us P-Rhyme
One come from Massachusetts, the from 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 Guru the lord
If ever duplicated, hell froze and there was a moon before it
And that shit birthed Group Home Foxxx, inspired shit
Like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I'm just comin' clean 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
Y'all know I'm from
I'm diggin' in the crates, now I'm from the
I ain't wit the showbiz, I'm 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 that I finesse
I at death like Malcolm X, I'm solid, yes, in '99
I told myself, if I could figure out how to bottle it, I'd be out of
Y'all niggas just novices, y'all can just inside
I got that car confidence, yessir, I got that Uber Drive
Y'all know who the best is?
Look around at who and who done died
(Then what?)
Then look at me, Kendrick and Pusha T
Em and the
don't have to look any farther for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the time I'm the Future
'Cause all my competition tryin' be
I'm tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers
They tired of re-rewindin'
Y'all of me saying I'm the greatest?
(Y'all yet?)
Fuck y'all, I'm tired of
I survived Vietnam and my laid me a grave
laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage
Since I've been on my Jamie in "Ray", nobody seein' me
She douche, I give her dick she forget, that's D and D
Preem, cut!

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