Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a serious hope I get another chance
To life as I know
4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my
I guess I too much sess
Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' who
the crew thick mist in the trail
I'm pressure off the tess
advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath
You tellin' me eat from that plate increasin' my blood
Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want thang to flow
If I can help the don't have to treat it with no tricks
You settin' me on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come
Throwin' this city we call Atlantis
Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't in the woods of Southwest
I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' and you mind!

So what it be my brother be catching gangrene
The water be in the morning in my sink
Who that in my some Clampett eaten away by fungi
virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half army in the bed with pains in their back
And behind head
Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but no aid
But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, give a damn
Who only wanted Saddam now your hands
run old age before thirty
This what you wanted when you signed your (hand) on tha line
Fightin' for spirit and your mind, service to my kind...

Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and
They got us for our spirit and mind
Still fighting for our spirit and
We can't stop fighting for our and mind

Multiple wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as be dead, so dread
The on the radio got me seamed
put a smile on my face 'cause my pockets ain't straight
At not the way I want 'em to be
as phuckk, eight fifty-one
Last night I got some Z's ... sleep...uh
I can't ol' Burd in the next havin' nightmares
It like wind blowin' when she weep, speak
I can't I'm tired on the way to the camp...
I utter little words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched
From the jaws of death, a of crumbled herb ...
Rollin' Main Street
Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside
Eight fify-five, at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't

Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the store
Closed right I go hotta at this beeso I know
Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back memory lane
Feelin' strange can't Explain, so wit me pleae
Thru green light I sees
That tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' out
The ride empty the fo', five, D.E.A.D.
Woke up handcuffed Grady
with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)
I took two outts my deuce-deuce, old E
Now Stephen had the story all wrong
Blood five points, I'm gone

As and as a people we are at war
But the of my side got they eyes open wide
But still don't recognize what we fo
I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to shed light
But we been in the darkness for so long, don't know right from
Y'all scared to near it, you ignore the voice
In your head when you it
The is after yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind
You'll find a lot of the reason we
Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes
But not blind in the sense that our other two eyes see
You just end investing quality time in places you don't neeed to be
We don't even who we are, but the answer ain't far
of fact its right up under our nose
But the system taught us to keep that closed
See the reason why he lie and deceive is so
we won't act accordingly
To get the we suppose to receive
Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a too
See, he's jealous because his is a curse but what's worse
is if I put it in a verse listen to some bullshit first
We ain't born killas, we are a spiritual people
chosen few
Think the slave trade when they had boats with
of us on board
And we still was the Lord now you ready to die
Over a coat, a necklace round throat, that's bullshit
Black people ya'll realize, we losin, you better fight and die
If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it
Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly Over Bullshit"
You take one "O" and it will let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken me and the G-Mo-B!