Luyện nghe bài hát The Remedy

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

to put the blame on something else rather than sometimes 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 back to the essence 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 that your is real
complicated with the over reel to reel
brown skin is what i feel, my mind and body's
is to the mills, who hear the beats to chill
constantly, I'm hearing Americans just sneering
Looking for a who can fill us up with either
Hitting us up great emotional chat
about the
that the
is constantly held
Like 50 tracks back in a race
and the white ahead
so let's up the pace
And I be something
To feed my logical
At the end of the race is there a paradise
Yo, we get involved in what the next man is doing
Material we put too much in persuing
"Yo duke, I need this so we can step to this party"
But we can all mardi
Minus that in our body
"What got to do with that"
kid that's the essence,
your presence
embodies lesson
You can't run the Rolls if the engine is busted.
Can't even the knife to cut the mustard.
What we need to do
Now to this verse
concentrate on our spiritual plate.
Recognize your existence in this blue space
From a tiny cloud of
To the human beings with taste, sight, touch,
and
deem it profound!
And prioritize cause it was Allah's wish
"Allah? I'm God"
"No I ddon't that. That's a mystery"
"If God is so why does shit be happening to me?"
divinity within
because we come from the
A that's not seen But you feel it every time
When the blows, and the world turns,
and the drops, and the baby cries
and the bird flies, and the quake,
and the gleam
So things are eident of its existence
What we need to do is it with persistence
Once we recognize that, we can move
Tongue, Common Sense yo he's Hip-Hop bred...

From the spiritual world my former life has
First person I lost to me was Stella
of my mellows
Lost their and their brothers
For I feel empathy
But I ain't pouring out no for no niggas
I pour my heart out I see Dot out on the deck
Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with
I hear of dying in the wind-in the news
But when somebody you know it hits you
and emotions get
I been in your shoes,
I won't you for knocking
Because the spirit of the ghetto "You Gotta!"
They you again from rock flippin'
Give back the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
Stickin'
On the
I'm tired of giving me my change back
Devil bomb my
My tomorrow he never gave
I lay back, looking at the
Wonndering can I do
So my homie won't to be dealing
Not cause you serving and I'm I'm better
Just different pieces to the of black life
we have to put together, better ourselves
cause families we gotta
No matter how long the
become the days
Men like women
and no in the season
If you got popped five
You breathing for a
Let's put the tenure plan into progression
Before we count our
Count our