Luyện nghe bài hát The Remedy

Yo we all got different things we got to deal with. We are

to put the blame on else rather than sometimes looking at
ourselves a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we

within we could prevent a lot of this nonsense. It's about
relating to the essence where it all stems from. I'm a do my

over this like a native tongue.
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Do what you will, if you feel your steeze is real
complicated the skills over reel to reel
brown skin is what i feel, my mind and appeal
is to the no-frill mills, who hear the to chill
constantly, I'm hearing Black Americans just
Looking for a leader who can us up with either
us up with great emotional chat
about the
the black
is held back
50 tracks back in a relay race
and the team's ahead
so let's keep up the
And I be needing
To feed my taste
At the end of the is there a paradise place?
Yo, we can't get in what the next man is doing
Material gain we put too much in
"Yo duke, I need dough so we can step to this party"
But we can all grati
that shit in our body
"What got to do with that"
'Cause kid the essence,
your presence
every lesson
You can't run the Royce if the engine is busted.
even life the knife to cut the mustard.
What we to do first
Now listen to verse
Let's concentrate on our plate.
Recognize your existence in this vast space
a tiny cloud of blood
To the beings with taste, sight, touch, smell
and
deem it profound!
And prioritize this cause it was Allah's
"Allah? I'm God"
"No I ddon't that. That's a mystery"
"If God is so good why does shit be to me?"
divinity within
because we from the divine
A froce that's not seen But you feel it time
the wind blows, and the world turns,
and the rain drops, and the cries
and the flies, and the ground quake,
and the stars
So many things are of its existence
What we need to do is it with persistence
Once we that, we can move ahead
Native Tongue, Common Sense yo Hip-Hop bred...

From the spiritual world my life has developed
person I lost close to me was Stella
Some of my
their mothers and their brothers
For them I feel
But I ain't pouring out no for no niggas
I pour my heart out I see Dot out on the deck
two weeks ago he slapped-box with death
I hear of dying in the wind-in the news
But it's somebody you know it hits you
and get bruised
I ain't in your shoes,
I won't you for knocking
Because the of the ghetto says "You Gotta!"
They snatch you again from rock
back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
Stickin'
On the
I'm tired of Arabs giving me my change
Devil my yesterday
My tomorrow he gave back
I lay back, at the ceiling
Wonndering can I do
So my won't have to be dealing
Not cause you serving and I'm rapping I'm
Just different pieces to the puzzle of black
That we have to put together, better
cause families we raise
No matter how long the
Shorter the days
Men become women
and no in the season
If you got popped five
You for a reason
put the five tenure plan into progression
Before we count our
Count our