Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a serious situation I get another chance
To live as I know
was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest
I guess I too much sess
Makin' a mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who
Where's the crew thick mist in the
I'm feelin' off the tess
Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same
You tellin' me don't eat from plate increasin' my blood
on my skin don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow
If I can help the cause don't to treat it with no tricks
You me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come
Throwin' this city we call Atlantis
Prayin' like a mantis 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 gangrene
The be brown in the morning in my sink
Who that in my eyes some eaten away by fungi
Another disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your in the bed with pains in their back
And their head
Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but no aid
But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a
Who wanted Saddam now your hands numb
Can't run old age before
what you wanted when you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line
Fightin' for spirit and your mind, service to my kind...

Seems like we're fighting for our 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 sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and fo' a blunt man
The way goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread
The on the radio got me seamed
Can't put a 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 room havin'
It sound like blowin' when she weep, speak
I can't I'm on the way to the slave camp...
I very little words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched
the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ...
Rollin' down Main
East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd,
Eight fify-five, at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't

Outside it's twenty below fool I'm ridin' to the liquor
Closed that's right I go hotta at beeso I know
Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory
strange can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae
Thru green light I sees
That that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride empty the 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 had the story all wrong
Blood last points, I'm gone

As individuals and as a we are at war
But the majority of my got they eyes open wide
But still don't what we fighting 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
scared to come near it, you ignore the voice
In your head you hear it
The enemy is after yo' spirit but you it's 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 sense that our other two can't see
You just end investing quality time in you don't even neeed to be
We even know who we are, but the answer ain't far
Matter of its right up under our nose
But the system taught us to keep that closed
See the why he gotta lie and deceive is so
That we act accordingly
To get the blessings we to receive
it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too
See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but 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 about the slave trade when had boats with
of us on board
And we was praising the Lord now you ready to die
Over a coat, a round your throat, that's bullshit
Black people ya'll better realize, we losin, you fight and die
If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it
Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly Bullshit"
You take one "O" and it will let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B!