Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rain

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

[Talib - Verse 1]
This is for all the and the hipsters
and the fashionistas
Spiritual leaders all the laws of attraction
The who read the passages
the back of a G?
That be bustin off Dalai Lama's or heaters
the of the boosters
With the shooting, the thugging and all the and spooning
and all the crooning, and and auto-tuning, alive
You be tellin, peddlin' to consumers I'm them to see through it
get this new movement,
Let's it!

Feel the cold
Still I'm standing right
Even the winter days

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

[Talib Kweli - 2]
I do it for the trappers, rappers
the Backpackers, the
the n-ggas, the
the of ghetto factories
I do it for the families, citizens of
Emcee's, species like manatees
I do it for the of my children!
the hope for the hopeless
Karma approaches, we be food for a flock of vultures
The end of the
Ain't nothing left but the
and the fighters
We're freedom writers Bob Moses
the chosen, freedom like ?
For my block, my borough, my hood, my city, my state,
My obligation is to my is so clear!
yeah, we gotta them, this opportunity so rare!
We do it so big over here it's no bare
To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the sneak in the
We let them live all they're weak and they're lame
The bozo's and joker's, promoting they're speaking my name