Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Rain

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

Kweli - Verse 1]
This is for all the and the hipsters
and the fashionistas
Spiritual practicing all the laws of attraction
The teachers who read the
From the of a G?
That be bustin off Dalai 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 cold
I'm standing right here
Even the winter summer

[Talib Kweli - 1]
I'm a product of Reaganomics
From the blocks where he rocking a like J Electronica
drop and make this a
if he promises where the is
whether Jesus or
regardless of the Mosque 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 answer burning
So that we can Islamics?
The end upon us with a hash tag, a topic
You take away the freedoms that we in the game
Then you disrespect the soldiers; you ask them to die in
In a praying for rain
The music's a drug, and they tend to take it to vein
It for the well-behaved
The soundtrack for when you're great but its more for when you've afraid
More than your rapper
So you of felt the way
The brain is like a cage, you a slave, that's why lovin' you
is the book that Eli that start with a K-W.

[Talib - Verse 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, species like manatees
I do it for the of my children!
They the hope for the
Karma approaches, we gon' be food for a of vultures
The end of the
nothing left but the cockroaches
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 save them, this 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 with all they're and they're lame
The and joker's, promoting when they're speaking my name