Luyện nghe bài hát Black History

Soon as I was born, I knew I was due to do damage
out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked
Four pounds, purple,
even breathe on my own
Shakin' in an incubator
machine for my lungs
Doctor my mom and pops
They gon' have to me for a couple months
Papa regretting doin' coke, probably those couple blunts
Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of as as we
Keep the unconditional love us
I feel like the Lisa
Hospital out my pops had a lapse in his insurance
I learned just how people are quick to
The doctor came back and said, "We're gon' him"
That's the same thing in my first 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 only person who could get through to me was maybe
They tried to give my autistic son medicine for
kid who could look at a piano
And memorize all 88
I learned I need 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 give you what you
My is DJ Premier
I'd like to introduce to you Ant Man
On of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart
2 is coming

1966, 21st
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 Gang Starr fans, not the ones who call us P-Rhyme
One come from Massachusetts, the other Texas
Had a dream to become the shit
Filled up his truck trunk with records and moved to New York
That's where Premier the god with Guru the lord
If ever duplicated, 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, in the back
Fab 5 Freddy in the hat Chubb Rock
Pac in the cut his boots and Juice on (RIP)
Pac still killin' to day, still the one they tryna be
Y'all know I'm Detroit
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 and every bitch I got OG is on call, that's 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, can just move inside
I got that car pedestrian confidence, yessir, I got that Drive
Y'all wanna who the best is?
around at who alive and who done died
(Then what?)
Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar and T
Em and the
Y'all don't have to any farther for the rhymers
Y'all are the past, at the present I'm the Future
'Cause all my tryin' be Desiigners
I'm just of being underrated by these lazy bloggers
just tired of re-rewindin'
Y'all tired of me saying I'm the
(Y'all yet?)
y'all, I'm tired of re-remindin'
I survived Vietnam and my city me a grave
Prem laced me with Lady of Rage
Since then I've 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, black history
Premier's on the wheels, yeah we black history
Come on back with me, textbook Big L and Pun
On the real to real, 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
Preem cut me! on back with me, this black history...