Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rain

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

[Talib Kweli - 1]
is for all the day-trippers and the hipsters
Whores and the
Spiritual leaders all the laws of attraction
The who read the passages
From the of a G?
That be bustin off Lama's or flashing heaters
the last of the
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 with new movement,
Let's it!

Feel the cold
Still I'm right here
Even the winter summer

Kweli - Verse 1]
Yeah I'm a product of
the blocks where he rocking a feds like J Electronica
drop and this a lock
if he promises where the is
Jesus or Mohammad
regardless of the Mosque is (word)
They hope for the like a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tell me do we stop it?
Do they ask you 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 invite in the
Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask 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 great but its more for when you've felt afraid
More than your rapper
So you of felt 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 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 species like
I do it for the of my children!
They the hope for the
Karma approaches, we gon' be food for a flock of
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 save them, opportunity so rare!
We do it so big over here that it's no
To the punks, bitches, the chumps, the snitches, the in the game
We let them live all they're weak and they're lame
The bozo's and joker's, promoting they're speaking my name