Luyện nghe bài hát History

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

I was born in a season where the world was quiet and
Celebrations going on
Some were happy, were sad
Some felt bad being good
Some felt good from being bad, feelings pass and
But they never leave, they here to
Holiday, holiday, happy
Teenage love, the cut run deep
on flesh, this is the Brooklyn streets
Year of the Ox, seven and
M.D., the (come on)
Every soul's got one of (yes)
It's you been and where you be
And without understanding you 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
Ford was president, do the
The war was ended when the Vietnamese the city of Saigon
We was like, bye; we was gone, let be bygones
I'm gone, love, it's the Brooklyn way
Where the hug you the firearm, try it on
Like new clothes, Black Star official
when we do a show, it's facts, no mystery
I'm down the crew like Mussolini in Italy
I rock with the Roots the Giving Tree
Powerful, bigotry at work, me and my got history
These dumb it down considerably
We get it poppin' like a hit
The flow is historic, can't get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law like
Ten years ago we made so they missing us

And call it comeback in particular
We will never blend into or
into peripheral, transition of the minister's original
We're broadcast clear without
Black so tight, burning soul temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, aminos and minerals
Served Dilla time signatures
miracle material, remember it's right now foreverness