Luyện nghe bài hát NY Weather Report

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
the weather we ride
Let my people go to the place knowledge is born
We welcome you to the 3rd eye of the 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 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 to reach up for ministers
Not those that say spiritual but actual practitioners

Rap listeners, we open the businesses
This underground *** 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 ***
the man, the man they 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 bracin' his
in his years and he's facing a ton

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

To many excess with these 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, hurricanes and disasters
Fast food be this, is always a factor
It's the gratification want the cash faster

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

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

It's the where knowledge is born
Check it out, check it out, it out
Talib Kweli, that's what it is, it down