Luyện nghe bài hát K.o.s. (determination)

[Talib
So many emcees focusin on black people
We keep it balanced with that knowledge of self,
It's hot, we be blowin the spots, conversations
C'mon let's smooth it out Soul Sensation

We in the like Japanese in Japan, or Koreans in Korea
Head to Philly and free Mumia with the Kujichagulia
Singin is swingin and writin is fightin, but
they got us clashin like titans it's not excitin
No question, a black man is demandin
The fire's in my and the flames need fannin (3X)

With that what? (Knowledge Of Self)
4X*

Things I say and do, may not quite through
My words may not convey just I'm feelin

Kweli]
Yes yes on, yes yes
Knowledge Of Self is life after death
With that you never worry about your last
Death comes, that's how I'm livin, the next days
The flesh underground, the book of life, flip the page
Yo they askin me how old, we the same age
I feel the of a million niggaz locked inside a cage
At exactly which point do you to realize
That life without knowledge is, death in
That's why, Knowledge Of Self is like after death
Apply it, to life, let destiny manifest
Different day, same confusion, we're take this
shit and keep it movin, shed a little light
Now bloomin like a flower with the power of the evident
and drums original instruments
In the flesh presentin my representation

that what? (Knowledge Of Self) Determination
6X*
- - - - two parts overlap - - - -
Things I say and do, may not quite through
My may not convey just what I'm feelin
2X*

[Talib
The most time in history is, NOW, the present
So count your blessings cause can't define the essence
But you stressin over time and you follow the calendar
These people enter Cona Gattaca, you can bet
they to lock you down like Attica, the African diaspora
represents strength in numbers, a giant can't forever
I know you gotta get that cheddar
Aiyyo I heard you the first time money, get it together
You be History, you repeatin yourself out of the pages
You keepin depleatin your spiritual wealth
That cash'll get your ass quick fast in houses of detention
Inner-city camps where no one pays attention
or mentions the of death, til nothing's left
The young, gifted and Black are sprung to crack
All my people y'all at cause, y'all ain't here
And your hero's using your mind as a canvas to fear
With, broad brush strokes and tales of
You get out of jail with that Knowledge of Self
Stand in ovation, you put the Hue in Human
Cause and effect, effect you do
and why I got love in the face of hate
Hands steady so the lines in the mental is straight
The thought you had don't contemplate
Infinite like eight there's no escape..

From that what? (Knowledge Of Self)
4X*

Things I say and do, may not quite through
My words may not convey just what I'm
2X*

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Things I say and do, may not come quite
My words may not just what I'm feelin
2X*

What I'm feelin, I'm feelin, ooooh, what I'm feelin...