Luyện nghe bài hát History

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

I was born in a season where the world was and cold
Celebrations were on
Some were happy, were sad
Some felt bad from good
Some felt good from being bad, feelings and change
But they never leave, here to stay
Holiday, holiday, happy
love, the first cut run deep
Soul on flesh, this is the streets
Year of the Ox, seven and
M.D., the (come on)
Every got one of these (yes)
where you been and where you be
And without understanding you proceed
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 they have
Ford was president, do the
The war was ended when the stormed the city of Saigon
We was like, bye; we was gone, let bygones be
I'm gone, love, it's the Brooklyn way
Where the hug you the firearm, try it on
Like new school clothes, Black Star
when we do a show, it's facts, no mystery
I'm down with the crew like in Italy
I rock with the Roots like the Tree
Powerful, at work, me and my people got history
rappers dumb it down considerably
We get it like a hit chorus
The flow is historic, can't get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law like
Ten years ago we made so they missing us

And don't it comeback in particular
We never blend into ephemera or
into peripheral, transition of the minister's original
We're broadcast clear diminishing
Black so tight, burning soul temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, aminos and essentials
Served Dilla time signatures
It's miracle material, remember right now foreverness