Luyện nghe bài hát NY Weather Report

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

my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You could make it here, you could make it
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet,
Whatever the we ride
Let my people go to the place where knowledge is
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, it out

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

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

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

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

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

the 3rd eye of the storm
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 out sentences
To political prisoners, regular inmates no visitors
*** in the streets outside to up for ministers
Not that say they spiritual but actual practitioners

Rap listeners, we open the businesses
underground *** with samples to lack clearances
Once you get a past appearances, you tell who *** is fake
And who's *** is based upon the experiences

We really 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, fore the of the sun
Smoke his lung
in his years and he's facing a ton

None of his peers wanna share the
the child, care to provider
But they hand a blunt and saliva
You a rider and you hustlin' backwards

To many excess with imitating crackers
So our kids looking up to dealers and rappers
all the work away from the black actors

Revelation is and Armageddon is after
Tsunami's, and natural disasters
Fast food culture be this, is a factor
It's the gratification want the cash faster

my blood, sweat, tears, years
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York
You could make it here, you make it anywhere
I came for the rain, hail, sleet, snow
Whatever the weather we
Let my people go to the where knowledge is born
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 knowledge is born
Check it out, check it out, it out
Talib Kweli, that's it is, break it down