Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

Yeah, you
'Cause yo, right here
Is called of Self
you apply that to yourself, you know yourself
You understand, yo, gonna get your third eye opened
You can see things for what are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna the knowledge and pass this information to you?
Yo, there go the God there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge
Peace God (Peace up Bobby?)
Yo, yo don't even call me Bobby no more, man (What I you?)
My name is Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?)
I see Today's Mathematics is wisdom
Let me explain to you way, God, the way I see it
Chorus female singer
Ever since my (no one there!)
I've had no one to (worried all I know yeah!)

They say wisdom, is the words spoken
By a attemptin' to open
The graves, of these dead slaves
been lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin' for the
But nothin', but misery
And hard times, and things of nature
By the devil in a caper
Little Boy Peep, has his sheep
But I found 'em, in a deep long
Nine thousand miles away home
the life of a modern-day Flintstone
We the people, to be equal
But the men who that, they was evil
owners, who did not include us
They used us, and abused us
First trick you, then mentally kill you
And use technologies, to you
This whole was a perfect scam
See that's why called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the limitation of the
In the Million square miles of that he settles
Put you in a three piece suit, you loot
Chemicals in your head to make you look
use you as a fool to deceive your own people
And fillin' my children head with and needles
But I'll out the pins you inserted
And I'll all my mothers that you murdered
And brutalized, by modern form of slavery
To the truth it takes bravery
And no man stop my flow
Because I know what I speak and I speak I know

Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per
Seen through
The inner light inside my shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, victorious and the
Sight sight we stand up as Divine Warriors
Who smite with the right hand of God
Yield the holy sword, swings the rod
Then in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma
Allow the grace of God to shine through my persona
And build the reconstructional terms constructive
As we the negative germs that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous
And anvil, to the sound of
Ignite to the speed of light time to stand still
Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy
Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy
Of I Self Lord And Master, who the vital
Parts of your heart, who wrote the recitals?
Ruler Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
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