Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth (broken Hearts)

Yeah, you
yo, this right here
Is called of Self
When you apply that to yourself, you yourself
You understand, yo, it's gonna get third eye opened
You can see things for what are, and not what they appear to be
Wanna kick the knowledge and this information to you?
Yo, there go the God right there, yo Peace, 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 to you this way, God, the way I see it
Chorus female sample
since my Birth (no one there!)
I've had no one to (worried all I know yeah!)

say wisdom, is the wise words spoken
By a brother attemptin' to
The graves, of mentally dead slaves
Who've been on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin' for the
But receive nothin', but
And times, and things of that nature
By the devil in a genocide
Little Boy Peep, has lost his
But I found 'em, in a deep sleep
thousand miles away from home
Livin' the of a modern-day Flintstone
We the people, supposed to be
But the men who wrote that, was evil
Slave owners, who did not us
They just used us, and us
First they you, then mentally kill you
And use technologies, to you
This plan was a perfect scam
See that's why they it, the Six Million Dollar Man
Six is the of the Devil
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
use you as a fool to deceive your own people
And fillin' my head with pins and needles
But take out the pins you inserted
And I'll avenge all my mothers you murdered
And brutalized, by this modern of slavery
To speak the truth it bravery
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 per second
Seen Panavision
The inner light inside my mind's shines 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
Yield the holy sword, swings the rod
Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, the realm of Karma
Allow the true grace of God to shine my persona
And build the reconstructional that's constructive
As we the negative germs that's destructive
Productively, sincerely, we the righteous banner
With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous
And anvil, to the sound of
Ignite to the speed of light cause to stand still
Rewrite the script of Egypt, who the Holy Bible
Or Koran, how long ago, who the Holy Title?
Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the
Parts of your heart, who the wise recitals?
Ruler Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
puzzled like the jigsaw