Luyện nghe bài hát Rise 'n' Shine

And yes y'all, the sounds that you
Is be so rare, you have no fear
three live brothers are here
We got KRS one from Boogie Down

shout to Melodie
We got my man Chuck D in the house Public Enemy
And I am Moe Dee, so are you ready?

Are you ready, to
As I rhyme on time you'll
Hard as diamond, knowledge
that time and it's all in the timin'

400 years blood, and tears
The is over, and the sun is here
Yeah, and clear, countdown to the year
No fear 'cause I'm in

Holdin' my mic the staff of Ra
Bringin' true light dark
are live, but still unborn
It's almost and it's time to mourn

See the light like a of dawn
The comatosed and the cracked are
Reurgitatin' the we're fed
'Cause this time dawn is of the dead

Ain't funky?
(Yeah, funky)
that funky?
(Yeah, funky)
Ain't funky?
(Yeah, funky)
Rise and

Ain't that
(Yeah, funky)
Ain't funky?
(Yeah, funky)
that funky?
(Yeah, funky)
Get up

I rise and like the sun on the one
We dance together, we
A wake up to wake up all
Stand up tall, get up and get up,

Clap your hands in jubilation,
Recreation, of the mind
If you seek, find
Born two times, but one of a kind

Learn past, find your path
The is infinite, like math
Countdown to the year
The thought is arousin'

we see our way with the third eye
Rise with the sun and with a bird's eye
View, as I watch our
When the higher connect it's just

The is my funky scepter
When I speak on beat I'm to connect us
To left us messed up
Egos up, got us reffed up

You see instead of into
You see what you to, instead of what you been through
You can take the I say
Read it, it, see em three ways

Combine the rhyme to anyone of
For still the light won't shine
You can a shot in the dark, but keep missin'
You aim with one eye, you just listen

'Cause see, in the you need all three
Your eyes are ears when you hear you see
The senses are all correlated
The sixth and seventh is how you it

Ring ding, ding, ding, ding, ding,
This a KRS a different something
What, in a dance and we come down for sing
a KRS me say come

'Nuff slave ships from Africa
Full of Africans, in America
Now you want me to call American
Even though kill di African

Check it, white man is
And black man is
man never say Euro-American
So why should the black man say

If the black man is with a afro
Then the white man is American with a nose
It should be nose American for the white man
Jump around and move your bottom,

Make no mistake, we don't or stutter
So the word of the brothers
Who a boy into a man
It's the job of man

Who knows his role as a
He bothers to his son his soul
And pass it on, to never
Cause papa raise no punks

Got to make it know and to pass it
Yeah, like a job for the brother man now
Got to a mother for me
Each one teach one, if you can't one

Talk to the ones
And you'll see listen
To few missin'
Peace, to and shine