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, in June
It's our code, the natural
The is a joke
For me and mines, and you
Let's move, you a little about mine, yo

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

and again, brand new
Again and again, so
and again, newness

I was born in the decade of decadence where they worship they have
was president, do the math
The war was ended when the Vietnamese stormed the city of
We was like, bye; we was gone, let bygones be
I'm gone, spread love, the Brooklyn way
Where the hug you the firearm, try it on
new school clothes, Black Star official
Smash when we do a show, it's facts, no
I'm with the crew like Mussolini in Italy
I rock the Roots like the Giving Tree
Powerful, at work, me and my people got history
These rappers dumb it considerably
We get it poppin' like a hit
The is historic, they can't get rid of us
Ubiquitous, and we lay the law Leviticus
Ten years ago we history so they missing us

And don't it comeback in particular
We will never into ephemera or
Fade into peripheral, transition of the minister's
We're broadcast without diminishing
Black Star so tight, burning temperatures and ministers
Alkalines, aminos and minerals
over Dilla time signatures
It's miracle material, remember right now foreverness