Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

Yeah, you
'Cause yo, this right
Is Knowledge of Self
When you apply to yourself, you know yourself
You understand, yo, it's gonna get third eye opened
You can see for what they are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and pass information to you?
Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, Knowledge
God (Peace what up Bobby?)
Yo, yo don't even call me 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
Chorus 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 slaves
Who've been on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin' for the
But nothin', but misery
And hard times, and of that nature
By the devil in a caper
Little Boy Peep, has lost his
But I 'em, in a deep long sleep
Nine thousand miles from home
Livin' the 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 used us, and abused us
First they trick you, then mentally you
And use technologies, to you
whole plan was a perfect scam
See why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the limitation of the
In the square miles of land that he settles
Put you in a piece suit, give you loot
Chemicals in your to make you look cute
They use you as a fool to deceive own people
And my children head with pins and needles
But I'll out the pins you inserted
And I'll avenge all my mothers you murdered
And brutalized, by this modern of slavery
To the truth it takes bravery
And no man could my flow
Because I know what I speak and I what I know

Yo, as a life can be down 20 frames per second
Seen through
The inner inside my mind's shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, and the glorious
Sight beyond sight we up as Divine Warriors
Who smite the mighty right hand of God
the holy sword, swings the holy rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, the realm of Karma
the true grace of God to shine through my persona
And the reconstructional terms that's constructive
As we destroy the negative germs that's
Productively, sincerely, we the righteous banner
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the hammer
And anvil, to the sound of
Ignite to the speed of cause time to stand still
Rewrite the of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Title?
Of I Lord And Master, who control the vital
Parts of your heart, who the wise recitals?
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
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