Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

Yeah, you
'Cause yo, this here
Is called of Self
When you apply 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 kick the and pass this information to you?
Yo, there go the God there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge
God (Peace what up Bobby?)
Yo, yo don't call me Bobby no more, man (What I call you?)
My name is Prince (Today's Mathematics?)
I see Today's is being wisdom
Let me explain to you way, God, the way I see it
female singer sample
Ever my Birth (no one there!)
had no one to care (worried all I know yeah!)

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

Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 per second
through Panavision
The inner light inside my mind's 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, the holy rod
Then bathe in the of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma
Allow the true grace of God to through my persona
And build the reconstructional terms constructive
As we destroy the germs that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we the righteous banner
With the gold touch of Midas, the righteous hammer
And anvil, to the sound of
Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand
Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Bible
Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy
Of I Lord And Master, who control the vital
Parts of your heart, who wrote the recitals?
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah,
Still puzzled the jigsaw