Luyện nghe bài hát History

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

I was born in a season where the was quiet and cold
were going on
Some happy, some were sad
Some bad from being good
Some felt from being bad, feelings pass and change
But they never leave, here to stay
Holiday, holiday, birthday
love, the first cut run deep
Soul on flesh, this is the Brooklyn
Year of the Ox, and three
M.D., the (come on)
Every got one of these (yes)
It's where you and where you be
And without understanding you proceed
Complete, the and the end
Then it just go round

Again and again, new
Again and again, so
and again, newness

I was born in the of decadence where they worship what they have
was president, do the math
The war was ended the Vietnamese stormed the city of Saigon
We was like, bye; we was gone, let be bygones
I'm gone, spread love, it's the way
the hug you with the firearm, try it on
Like new clothes, Black Star official
Smash when we do a show, facts, no mystery
I'm down with the like Mussolini in Italy
I rock with the Roots like the Tree
Powerful, bigotry at work, me and my people got
These rappers dumb it down
We get it poppin' like a hit
The flow is historic, can't get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law Leviticus
Ten years ago we history so they missing us

And don't it comeback in particular
We will never blend ephemera or
Fade into peripheral, transition of the original
broadcast clear without diminishing
Black Star so tight, burning soul and ministers
Alkalines, and minerals essentials
over Dilla time signatures
It's miracle material, remember it's now foreverness