Luyện nghe bài hát History

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

I was born in a season where the world was and cold
were going on
Some were happy, were sad
Some felt bad from good
Some felt good from bad, feelings pass and change
But they never leave, they to stay
Holiday, holiday, birthday
Teenage love, the first cut run
Soul on flesh, is the Brooklyn streets
of the Ox, seven and three
M.D., the (come on)
Every soul's got one of (yes)
where you been and where you be
And without 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 born in the decade of decadence where they worship what they
Ford was president, do the
The war was ended when the Vietnamese stormed the city of
We was like, we was gone, let bygones be bygones
I'm gone, love, it's the Brooklyn way
the hug you with the firearm, try it on
Like new school clothes, Star official
Smash when we do a show, facts, no mystery
I'm down with the like Mussolini in Italy
I rock the Roots like the Giving Tree
Powerful, bigotry at work, me and my got history
These rappers it down considerably
We get it poppin' like a hit
The is historic, they can't get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law Leviticus
Ten years ago we made so they missing us

And don't it comeback in particular
We will blend into ephemera or
Fade peripheral, transition of the minister's original
We're broadcast clear without
Black Star so tight, burning temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, and minerals essentials
Served Dilla time signatures
It's miracle material, remember it's now foreverness