Luyện nghe bài hát Joy

Wooaahh!
On top of the
Yeah, that's how my seeds got me feeling' now
On top of the
Yeah, you ever like you could do anything, (Yeah)
On top of the
I'ma hold y'all for real, (Gotcha!)

It was 1996, fourth of July, off in the sky
Dealing with thoughts inside, something caught my eye
It was a silhouette of a beautiful woman, with life
Carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear tonight
We at the African street festival, and she walking
Talking about the said, that bring the baby down
I'm to be a father, the sights and sounds,
brighter around me
And for starters, I know work harder, word
We got at three in the morning, I was beat
Them contractions started coming as soon as I fell
Three oh five, like five minutes, then the water broke
We on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause he's sort of
You them hospitals all trying to get paid, no questions
Hear the doctor's with they drugs, trying to do see-sections
But my baby strong, in labor for yay long
Eight-pound baby boy, to my name on, joy!

Huh,
I how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel
(That's the of joy)
See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I know how you
(That's the of joy)
So when you, have a seed, in the world, say dog that shit's real
(That's the of joy, y'all)
Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you

My girl

June 10th, 1999, I been on the
Since the birth of my son, it's been about, way then rhymes
Baby on the way, my glowing today, at least
That's what the midwife said, on the
Anyway, the got me going away
Like everyday, but it's a blessing, so I gotta patience
And she got pregnant on a Jamaican
So it's all good, this time well the baby in a house
I went the hospital route, I know what all about (Never again)
So I'm out on tour, in
Get the call around four, when the hit the floor (Damn!)
I gotta my show, but I gotta go
Got second thoughts her not going, to the hospital
I left the show early, Mos held me down, good (No doubt)
Call the car service, like, take me straight to (Uh huh)
Got the news in the car, stayed sorta
But I cried of joy,
When put my daughter in my arms, how precious!

Huh,
I how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel
(That's the of joy)
See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I how you feel
(That's the of joy)
So when you, have a seed, come in the world, say dog that real
(That's the of joy, y'all)
Huh, Kweli, yo I how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you feel

I do it for the y'all,
In they years when they need y'all
We gotta believe, in we conceive y'all, it's deep y'all
I give the truth,
So they approach the situation, with
I nothing away,
They everything, cause they know how to listen
Teach them the game, so they know they position, so they can
And make decisions, that the world, and break old tradition
They put kids in jail, for a life they ain't get to start
That's too, and it's breaking my heart,
It's breaking our nation
We gave the youth all the anger, it's
We ain't taught them, how to express it, and so dangerous
You can't to them
Unless your language is relating to what they going
So busy ignoring them, you can't see what they you
And you wonder, why we called baby-daddy's and
When we grow up, we act like adult mothers and fathers, yo
I'm so to have a boy and a girl,
Everyday they joy to my world

Huh,
I how you feel, Kweli I know how you feel
(That's the of joy)
See my brother, I know how you feel, Kweli, I know how you
(That's the of joy)
So when you, have a seed, in the world, say dog that shit's real
(That's the of joy, y'all)
Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I know how you

I do it for the seeds