Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rain

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

Kweli - Verse 1]
This is for all the and the hipsters
Whores and the
Spiritual practicing all the laws of attraction
The teachers who read the
From the of a G?
That be off Dalai Lama's or flashing heaters
the of the boosters
With the shooting, the thugging and all the and spooning
and all the crooning, and cooning and auto-tuning,
You be tellin, peddlin' to consumers I'm helping to see through it
get this new movement,
move it!

Feel the rain
Still I'm right here
the winter summer days

[Talib Kweli - 1]
Yeah I'm a product of
From the blocks where he rocking a feds like J
drop and make a lock
if he promises the heart is
whether Jesus or
regardless of the Mosque is (word)
They for the Apocalypse like a self-fulfilling prophecy
me when do we stop it?
Do they ask you your religion before you an apartment?
Is the answer burning
So we can defend Islamics?
The end upon us a hash tag, a trending topic
You away the freedoms that we invite in the game
Then you the soldiers; you ask them to die in vein
In a desert for rain
The music's like a drug, and they tend to take it to
It for the well-behaved
The soundtrack for when you're great but its for when you've felt afraid
More than your rapper
So you of felt the way
The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why they you
This is the that Eli that start with a K-W.

[Talib - Verse 2]
I do it for the trappers, rappers
the Backpackers, the
the n-ggas, the
the victims of factories
I do it for the families, citizens of
Emcee's, species like manatees
I do it for the of my children!
They the for the hopeless
approaches, we gon' be food for a flock of vultures
The end of the
nothing left but the cockroaches
and the fighters
We're freedom writers like Bob
the chosen, freedom like ?
For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state,
My is to my community is so clear!
yeah, we gotta save them, opportunity so rare!
We do it so big here that it's no bare
To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the
We let them live with all they're weak and they're
The bozo's and joker's, promoting they're speaking my name