Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

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

So what it be like my brother be catching
The water be in the morning in my sink
Who that in my eyes 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 their
Witch doctors giving Medicaid but ain't no aid
But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a
Who only wanted now your hands numb
run old age before thirty
This you wanted when you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line
Fightin' for your and your mind, service to my kind...

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

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

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

As individuals and as a we are at war
But the majority of my side got eyes open wide
But still don't recognize what we fo
I guess what I'm writing for to try to shed some light
But we been in the darkness for so long, know right from wrong
Y'all scared to come it, you ignore the voice
In your head when you it
The enemy is after yo' spirit but you think all in yo' mind
find a lot of the reason we behind
Is because the system is designed to our third eyes blind
But not blind in the that our other two eyes can't see
You just end investing quality time in places you don't even to be
We don't even know who we are, but the ain't far
Matter of its right up under our nose
But the system taught us to that book closed
See the reason why he lie and deceive is so
we won't act accordingly
To get the blessings we to receive
Yeah it's true, Sam wants you to be a devil too
See, he's jealous because his skin is a but what's worse
is if I put it in a verse listen to some bullshit first
We ain't natural born killas, we are a people
chosen few
Think about the trade when they had boats with
Thousands of us on
And we was praising the Lord now you ready to die
Over a coat, a necklace round your throat, 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 away one "O" and it let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken me and the G-Mo-B!