Luyện nghe bài hát Listening

Kola

I'm to Loni Listen Smith
Listen
Loni Smith and Lin
They sorta share a common
And if you spend time
to me
Then this is what find
my mind's contents
It reads Chronicles 13
The
The Sutra
Morrison, La

Mansa
Monch & Pharoah Sanders
It I got low tolerance
And standards
Seems I got
That answers
If you rich while I was starving
me
How are we
I'm feelin' a throw-away-blue
Like God's draft of the sky
Balls it up for new
And if you got somethin'
Than I'm to you
If you got somethin'
Than I'm to you
I let the ride
I'm listenin to you
I'm

I
Listenin' to records I've
I've selected
And
on examination tables
'Til my technique was
Records that served and protected
A
In my own of the world
Once the wax is
I found myself
To the
Like the were injected
So now when are hectic
I my eyes and listen
To the
advice from somebody
I
I was found dejected
That saying art and life
Is really just the
you recognize
That is math
Like a true
Is really just a
On the sheet
craft is a scrap
When you your work
I listen with a smirk
From irony to
From Bob smokin stones
At the refused
My girl me
Roberta Flack
you mind
Love may
But at least you
The hit me in the eyes
And I cried
Stevie saw my tears
And put the joy
Sade showed me a
was stronger than pride
Minnie
Invited me to inside
Gaye taught me
Lessons of anger and
just the tip of the ice berg
Floatin' in my
Not to
All the jazz and
That's
And the elders
That taught me to
why I'm still listenin'

Kola

I'm with competitions
I'm
I'm my compositions
With of pictures
An full of mental photographs
And sorted
Back the documents
Of dowries and
Hip-Hop is my family
On holidays we like
Why you don't no more!?
I'm better
I like to my posture
In a positive
I like to be the
Controlling my
I'm on the back porch
and I'm listenin'
To the spinnin'
To rustle
whistlin'
To the being crushed
By the of small children
Generations of
end was my beginning

The of the building

Of the foundation of
Knowin' my best work
Has yet to be
probably never press it up
to put on the
But when times are hard
And is skin tight
I'll write my love
On the back of my rhymes
The question be
If I my soul
My soul's sold
The is:
Was it your dime

Listenin' to

Listenin' to