Luyện nghe bài hát Get Back Pt. II

Talib

Clear the area, stand back, to see here
it movin (I need the area clear)
Get back, stand back,
Get back (we gon' have to all this stuff)
Get back, back, get

Reflection
That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ,
Brooklyn! New York
Cin-ci-natti! on

Kweli-Verse 1:

It's a funky sen-sa-tion it?
I'm havin a wit'cho imagination
It was explainin how you was waitin, for somethin
Like when it come out you out the door to the store (*zoom*)
It took a lot of and patience
We was preparin for our among the ancients
Yo basically yo' take on me ain't me
or breakin me and yo I hate to see a MC
I take out all my from like A to Z
I get fly more frequently than a travel agency
That's what I'm made to be, through my artery
An important part of me the to my oddysey
It got me, rockin
Pardon me for incorrect politically
Anything would be me speakin hypocritically, and I don't do dat
You lingerie I see through that
I make a point you and your crew, go "Tru dat"
Who dat? It's the
Remember the name, slid in the game before the "2000 Season"
the chain, usin the pain as our ammunition
to Babylonian towers out of position
It's the Reflection and we poppin like your ears on a
We make you disappear tears in the rain
The fears in your brain is clear when I appear on the
and your nose
I got more lines than co-CAINE why you sniffin' around
We diggin' for sounds to keep it hittin'
Straight up the only way we gettin' down with the is provacative
It's for the love and cause of we got a lot to give
It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to
You got a issue that then it ain't my problem kid
niggaz gotta eat, we gotta live, yo
We all gotta eat and gotta

Reflection
the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Ti-dek
Brooklyn! New York
Cin-ci-natti! on!

Kweli-Verse 2:

We remain, hotter than the blue of the flame
I got a glock in my
that baffle weapons like Saddam Hussein
and rocks with the
Gettin beat socks filled with ten-packs of tokens
Men's backs get broken I get open
Words than spoken
Most of dem on the first thing smokin
Leavin at the same time causin traffic on the interstate
We stay droppin classics cause the key word is
These is so plastic that we call 'em laminated
Tried to duplicate the style got frustrated
More desperate dudes who search people's ashtrays for clips
I burn like Coca-Cola through the paint on your whip
Shit! My rhymes is a magnifyin glass
When I shine my light through it, I burn up everything in my
Last like Lee-roy (sho' nuff) rock for the b-boy
My rhymes are so sharp you catch that key-loid
Destroyed the decoy, most of y'all d-boy, my
It's not that I hate, y'all just p-noid cause fake
Embarassed and and don't know where to put the blame
And never hesitate to out my name!
I ain't effected by the
the Reflection and we dealin with the positive
It's for the love and cause of that we got a lot to
It's the kid
Never gotta between the lines to get the messages
You're too sensitive, out our references
The turntable and specialist
It's the Reflection kid, it's the kid
It's the Reflection kid, like that like

Talib (Talib Kweli) DJ Hi-Tek (DJ Hi-Tek)
Break it down, for you and yours (y'all know time it is)
You fuckin Kweli, you fuckin with Brooklyn
(Tired of hearin all this) wanna hear none of that
(is is my fam nice..)