Luyện nghe bài hát History

Kweli say, "Everybody act to the season that they born in"
Some are the night, are the morning, some at noon
Some in winter, some in
It's our code, it's the
The is a joke
For me and mines, and you
Let's move, you a little about mine, yo

I was in a season where the world was quiet and cold
were going on
Some happy, some were sad
Some felt bad from good
Some good from being bad, feelings pass and change
But they never leave, here to stay
Holiday, holiday, happy
love, the first cut run deep
Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn
of the Ox, seven and three
M.D., the (come on)
soul's got one of these (yes)
It's you been and where you be
And understanding you cannot proceed
Complete, the and the end
it just go round again

Again and again, new
and again, so fresh
Again and again,

I was in the decade of decadence where they worship what they have
was president, do the math
The war was ended when the Vietnamese stormed the of Saigon
We was like, we was gone, let bygones be bygones
I'm gone, spread love, the Brooklyn way
Where the hug you the firearm, try it on
Like new school clothes, Black Star
Smash we do a show, it's facts, no mystery
I'm with the crew like Mussolini in Italy
I rock with the Roots like the Tree
Powerful, bigotry at work, me and my people got
These dumb it down considerably
We get it poppin' a hit chorus
The flow is historic, they get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law Leviticus
Ten years ago we history so they missing us

And call it comeback in particular
We will never blend into or
Fade peripheral, transition of the minister's original
broadcast clear without diminishing
Black Star so tight, burning soul temperatures and
Alkalines, aminos and essentials
Served over Dilla time
It's material, remember it's right now foreverness