Luyện nghe bài hát History

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

I was born in a season the world was quiet and cold
Celebrations going on
were happy, some were sad
Some felt bad from being
Some good from being bad, feelings pass and change
But they never leave, they 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 understanding you cannot proceed
Complete, the and the end
Then it just go round

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

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

And don't it comeback in particular
We will never blend into or
Fade into peripheral, transition of the minister's
We're broadcast without diminishing
Black Star so tight, soul temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, and minerals essentials
Served over Dilla time
It's material, remember it's right now foreverness