Luyện nghe bài hát History

Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the that they born in"
are the night, some are the morning, some at noon
Some in winter, in June
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 born in a season where the was quiet and cold
Celebrations going on
Some were happy, some sad
Some felt bad from good
Some felt good from being bad, feelings and change
But never leave, they here to stay
Holiday, holiday, birthday
love, the first cut run deep
Soul on flesh, is the Brooklyn streets
Year of the Ox, and three
M.D., the (come on)
soul's got one of these (yes)
It's you been and where you be
And without understanding you cannot
Complete, the and the end
Then it just go round

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

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

And call it comeback in particular
We will never into ephemera or
Fade into peripheral, transition of the minister's
We're clear without diminishing
Black so tight, burning soul temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, and minerals essentials
over Dilla time signatures
It's miracle material, it's right now foreverness