Luyện nghe bài hát History

Kweli say, "Everybody act according to the season that born in"
are the night, some are the morning, some at noon
Some in winter, some in
It's our code, the natural
The is a joke
For me and mines, and you
Let's move, tell you a little mine, yo

I was born in a season the world was quiet and cold
Celebrations going on
Some were happy, some sad
Some felt bad from being
Some felt good from being bad, feelings pass and
But they never leave, they here to
Holiday, holiday, happy
Teenage love, the cut run deep
Soul on flesh, is the Brooklyn streets
of the Ox, seven and three
M.D., the (come on)
Every soul's got one of (yes)
It's where you and where you be
And without understanding you cannot
Complete, the and the end
it just go round again

Again and again, new
and again, so fresh
Again and again,

I was born in the decade of decadence where they worship what have
was president, do the math
The war was when the Vietnamese stormed the city of Saigon
We was like, bye; we was gone, let bygones be
I'm gone, spread love, it's the way
Where the hug you the firearm, try it on
Like new school clothes, Black official
Smash we do a show, it's facts, no mystery
I'm down with the crew like in Italy
I rock with the Roots the Giving Tree
Powerful, bigotry at work, me and my people got
These rappers dumb it down
We get it poppin' a hit chorus
The flow is historic, they get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law Leviticus
Ten years ago we history so they missing us

And don't call it comeback in
We will never blend ephemera or
Fade into peripheral, transition of the original
We're clear without diminishing
Black so tight, burning soul temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, aminos and minerals
Served over Dilla time
It's miracle material, remember it's now foreverness