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
Four pounds, purple,
Couldn't breathe on my own
Shakin' in an incubator
Breathing for my lungs
Doctor told my mom and
gon' have to keep me for a couple months
Papa regretting doin' coke, mama those couple blunts
Little did they there was nothing to be ashamed of as long as we
Keep the unconditional between us
I feel the Mona Lisa
Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his
I learned just how people are to turn
The doctor came back and said, "We're release him"
That's the same in my first deal the label head said
Same as the judge after 365 in jail cells
You probably think my moms and pops ain't 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
kid who could look at a piano
And memorize all 88
I learned everything I need to at day one in the hospital
They gonna doubt you,
And you can't even pay no one to about you, nigga

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

1966, March
In 17th, '61 marks the birth, the birth of two phenoms
I'm talking about Chris Edward and Keith Edward Elam
This is for the real 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 trunk with records and moved to New York
where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord
If duplicated, hell froze and there was a blue moon before it
And that shit Group Home Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit
Like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G, I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru
Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat Chubb Rock
Pac in the cut with his boots and on (RIP)
Pac still killin' to 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 bitch I got OG is on call, that's O.C
Bitch, I confess I finesse
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 novices, y'all can just move inside
I got that car confidence, yessir, I got that Uber Drive
Y'all wanna know who the is?
Look at who alive and who done died
(Then what?)
Then at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T
Em and the
Y'all don't have to look any farther for the
Y'all are the past, at the time I'm the Future
'Cause all my tryin' be Desiigners
I'm just tired of being underrated by lazy bloggers
They tired of re-rewindin'
tired of me saying I'm the greatest?
(Y'all yet?)
Fuck y'all, I'm tired of
I survived and my city laid me a grave
Prem laced me with Lady of Rage
Since then been on my Jamie in "Ray", nobody seein' me
She douche, I give her dick she forget, that's D and D
Preem, cut!

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