Luyện nghe bài hát NY Weather Report

Come on,
I like to take opportunity to thank everybody
Who been with me so far, it's a been a long journey
But they say your life's path is not the destination
It's all about the journey, I appreciate

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You could make it here, you could it anywhere
I prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we
Let my go to the place where knowledge is born
We you to the 3rd eye of the storm, check it out

Futuristic lyricist, from the renaissance
Top of the suffer chain, up a edge a lot
My suffering, slave to another chain
This voyage is maiden like my mother, other

Is this your first to hell?
Avenge a capitalist, if it's a then we got it for sell
I first started to spell, my words fell into rhymes
Turned into songs, everything fell into line

I paint the pictures, you could see the people bleeding my
When I was a teen, I was mean, to reach for the stars
So if I fail or fell, write in the clouds, tighten the
Word, use to be no biting allowed

Now the gangsters, no grinding
Probably see a fight in the stage, 'fore you see a fight in the
I send out to my people facing the storm
Homie, we riding it out, you inspire what I'm writing

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York
You could make it here, you could it anywhere
I prepare for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the check it out

It's the 3rd eye of the
It's the 3rd eye of the
the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the

it out
it out
it out
Been ***

I'm not a judge but I'm handing out
To political prisoners, regular with no visitors
*** in the streets outside to up for ministers
Not those that say they but actual practitioners

Rap listeners, we open the black
This *** with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you could tell who *** is
And who's *** is based the past experiences

We been to war, hand to hand like *** sales
Bill the man, the man try to kill off the blackmail
Females left to up a son
the day he was one

Til' he twenty, and he up a gun
Get the blazin, the blaze of the sun
Smoke his lung
Young in his years and he's a ton

None of his wanna share the road
Love the child, to provider
But they hand a blunt and saliva
You ain't a rider and you backwards

To many excess with these crackers
So our looking up to drug dealers and rappers
Taking all the away from the black actors

is first and Armageddon is after
Tsunami's, hurricanes and disasters
Fast food be this, is always a factor
It's the they want the cash faster

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York
You could make it here, you could it anywhere
I came for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is
We you to the 3rd eye of the storm check it out

the 3rd eye of the storm
It's the 3rd eye of the
It's the 3rd eye of the

It's the place where knowledge is
it out, check it out, check it out
Talib Kweli, that's it is, break it down