Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rain

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

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

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

[Talib Kweli - 1]
I'm a product of Reaganomics
From the where he rocking a feds like J Electronica
drop and this a lock
if he promises where the 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 religion before you rent an apartment?
Is the answer Korans
So we can defend Islamics?
The end upon us with a tag, a trending topic
You take away the freedoms that we invite in the
Then you the soldiers; you ask them to die in vein
In a praying for rain
The like a drug, and they tend to take it to vein
It for the well-behaved
The soundtrack for when you're great but its for when you've felt afraid
More than average rapper
So you sort of the way
The is like a cage, you a slave, that's why they lovin' 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 ghetto
I do it for the families, of humanity
Emcee's, endangered species like
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
Ain't nothing left but the
and the fighters
freedom writers like Bob Moses
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 them, this opportunity so rare!
We do it so big over that 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 when they're my name