Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rain

Lets try new
It's been a long coming!
Let me try brand new
Hey yo Ski!
What you do, man?
on!
Yo, we doing it for?

[Talib - Verse 1]
is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters
Whores and the
Spiritual practicing all the laws of attraction
The who read the passages
From the of a G?
That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or flashing
the of the boosters
the shooting, the thugging and all the booning and spooning
and all the crooning, and and auto-tuning, alive
You be tellin, peddlin' to I'm helping them to see through it
get with new movement,
Let's it!

Feel the rain
Still I'm standing here
Even the summer days

[Talib - Verse 1]
I'm a product of Reaganomics
From the blocks where he rocking a like J Electronica
drop and this a lock
if he promises the heart is
whether or Mohammad
of where the Mosque is (word)
They for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tell me when do we it?
Do ask you your religion before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer burning
So that we can Islamics?
The end upon us with a hash tag, a trending
You take away the freedoms that we in the game
Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask to die in vein
In a desert for rain
The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to
It ain't for the
The soundtrack for when you're great but its for when you've felt afraid
than your average rapper
So you of felt the way
The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why lovin' you
This is the book Eli that start with a K-W.

[Talib Kweli - 2]
I do it for the trappers, other
the Backpackers, the
the n-ggas, the
the of ghetto factories
I do it for the families, of humanity
Emcee's, endangered like manatees
I do it for the of my children!
They the for the hopeless
Karma approaches, we be food for a flock of vultures
The end of the
Ain't left but the cockroaches
and the freedom
We're freedom writers like Bob
the chosen, freedom writers ?
For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state,
My obligation is to my is so clear!
yeah, we gotta save them, opportunity so rare!
We do it so big over here that no bare
To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the
We let them live with all they're weak and lame
The bozo's and joker's, promoting when they're my name