Luyện nghe bài hát Joy

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

It was 1996, of July, looking off in the sky
Dealing with thoughts inside, when something my eye
It was a silhouette of a woman, bright with life
Carrying my first seed, looking like she gone bear fruit
We at the African festival, and she walking around
about the midwife said, that bring the baby down
I'm to be a father, the sights and sounds,
Seem brighter me
And for starters, I know I'ma work harder,
We got home at in the morning, I was beat
Them started coming as soon as I fell asleep
Three oh five, every five minutes, then the water broke
We on the go, yelling at the cabbie, cause sort of slow
You know them hospitals all trying to get paid, no
Hear come the doctor's with 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 know how you feel, Kweli I know how you
(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, come in the world, say dog that real
(That's the of joy, y'all)
Huh, Kweli, yo I know how you feel, Kweli, yo I how you feel

My baby

June 10th, 1999, I on the grind
Since the birth of my son, been about, way more then rhymes
Baby on the way, my glowing today, at least
That's what the said, on the phone
Anyway, the music got me away
everyday, but it's a blessing, so I gotta have patience
And she got pregnant on a vacation
So it's all good, this time well have the in a house
I went the hospital route, I what they all about (Never again)
So I'm out on tour, in
Get the call four, when the water hit the floor (Damn!)
I gotta my show, but I gotta go
Got second thoughts about her not going, to the
I left the show early, Mos held me down, looking (No doubt)
Call the car service, like, me straight to Brooklyn (Uh huh)
Got the news in the car, sorta calm
But I tears of joy,
they 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 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 how you feel

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

Huh,
I know how you feel, 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 you, have a seed, come 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 y'all