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 for what they are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and pass this information to
Yo, go the God right there, yo Peace, Born Knowledge
God (Peace what up Bobby?)
Yo, yo don't even me Bobby no more, man (What I call you?)
My name is Rakeem (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 spoken
By a attemptin' to open
The graves, of these dead slaves
Who've lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, for the liberty
But nothin', but misery
And hard times, and of that nature
By the in a genocide caper
Little Boy Peep, has lost his
But I found 'em, in a deep sleep
Nine thousand miles away from
Livin' the life of a Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be
But the men who wrote that, was evil
owners, who did not include us
They just us, and abused us
First they you, then mentally kill you
And use technologies, to you
This whole plan was a perfect
See why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the limitation of the
In the Million square miles of land he settles
Put you in a piece suit, give you loot
Chemicals in your head to make you cute
They use you as a fool to deceive your own
And fillin' my children head pins and needles
But I'll out the pins you inserted
And avenge all my mothers that you murdered
And brutalized, by this form of slavery
To speak the truth it takes
And no man stop my flow
Because I what I speak and I speak what I know

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