Luyện nghe bài hát NY Weather Report

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

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
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 we ride
Let my go to the place where knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the storm, it out

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

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

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

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

It's my blood, sweat, tears,
Struggle, love, hate, fear, New City
You could it here, you could make it anywhere
I came prepare for the rain, hail, sleet,
Whatever the weather we
Let my people go to the place knowledge is born
We you to the 3rd eye of the storm 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 prisoners, regular inmates with no visitors
*** in the streets to reach up for ministers
Not those say they spiritual but actual practitioners

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

We really been to war, hand to hand like ***
Bill the man, the man they try to off the blackmail
Females to raise up a son
the day he was one

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

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

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

is first and Armageddon is after
Tsunami's, and natural disasters
Fast culture be this, is always a factor
the gratification they want the cash faster

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