Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

Yeah, you
'Cause yo, this here
Is Knowledge of Self
When you apply that to yourself, you yourself
You understand, yo, it's gonna get your third eye
You can see things for what they are, and not they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and pass this to you?
Yo, go the God right 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 Rakeem (Today's Mathematics?)
I see Today's Mathematics is wisdom
Let me to you this way, God, the way I see it
Chorus female sample
Ever my Birth (no one there!)
had no one to care (worried all I know yeah!)

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

Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per
Seen through
The inner inside my mind's shines expands the prism
A man of wisdom, victorious and the
Sight beyond sight we stand up as Warriors
Who smite with the right hand of God
Yield the sword, swings the holy rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the of Karma
Allow the true grace of God to shine my persona
And build the reconstructional that's constructive
As we destroy the negative that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we uphold the 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 script of Egypt, who the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how ago, who made the Holy Title?
Of I Self Lord And Master, who the vital
Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise
Ruler Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
Still like the jigsaw