my favourite song is .<> and the songer of this song is a k'naan
somalian singer but now he is in canada he is a hip hop man and i perfered this man's song because his song has always good wisdom and he can jazz well that is the why i like this singer and this is th e best songs of k'naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
it biging here..and it's name is until the lion laenrs how to speaks l
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Until the lion learns to speakThe tales of hunting will be weakMy poetry hales with in the streetsMy poetry fails to be discreteIt travels across the earth and seasFrom Eritrea to the West IndiesIt knows no boundariesNo cheeseIt studied in parts of Greece(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)I am sick as far as lyricsAnd with this far as gimmicksI spit par age and limitThe shit they talk in rapidI am hip the hop as livingI skip the obvious womanDon't get what i am presentingNo rims my mind spinning(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)Verse 2I was born and raised in a placewhere torn of flame would placewhere the foreigners not embracewhere they warn you jog and pacewhere loners low what they gazewhere the corners slow at a chasewhere they tarts and turn in the mazewith the pistol upon your face(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)so come with me to my longsthe death and deal we runwith passion see how I comeno cash I am free in the slumsThe past can we overcomeI am asking we be the onesTo actually be the onesTo free our people from gun(hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)Verse 3I was born and raised in a placewhere torn of flame would placewhere the foreigners not embracewhere they warn you jog and pacewhere loners low what they gazewhere the corners slow at a chasewhere they tarts and turn in the mazewith the pistol upon your face(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)so come with me to my longsthe death and deal we runwith passion see how I comeno cash I am free in the slumsThe past can we overcomeI am asking we be the onesTo free our people from gun(hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey)Verse 4Until the lion learns to speakThe tales of hunting will be weakMy poetry hales with in the streetsMy poetry fails to be discreteIt travels across the earth and seasFrom Somalia to the West IndiesIt knows no boundariesNo cheeseIt studied in parts of Greece(Hadii kale waxaan lahaa aheey)Say I am sick as far as lyricsAnd with this far as gimmicksI spit par age and limitThe shit they talk in rapidI am hip the hop as livingI skip the obvious womanDon't get what i am presentingNo rims my mind spinning(runtaa hadii kale waxaan lahaa aaheey
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