Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

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

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

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

stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as be dead, so dread
The voices on the radio got me
Can't put a smile on my 'cause my pockets ain't straight
At least not the way I 'em to be
Early as phuckk, eight
Last I barely got some Z's ... sleep...uh
I can't ol' Burd in the next havin' nightmares
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
From the jaws of death, a of crumbled herb ...
Rollin' down Street
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 right I go hotta at this beeso I know
Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory
Feelin' strange can't Explain, so wit me pleae
this green light I sees
That tramp that me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride empty the fo', five, D.E.A.D.
Woke up handcuffed inside
Tagged an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)
I took two swiggs my deuce-deuce, old E
Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all
Blood last five points, I'm

As individuals and as a we are at war
But the majority of my side got they open wide
But still don't recognize we fighting fo
I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to some light
But we in the darkness for so long, don't know right from wrong
Y'all to come near it, you ignore the voice
In your head you hear 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 eyes blind
But not blind in the sense that our other two can't see
You end investing quality time in places you don't even neeed 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 keep book closed
See the why he gotta lie and deceive is so
That we act accordingly
To get the we suppose to receive
Yeah true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a devil too
See, he's jealous his skin is a curse but what's worse
is if I put it in a y'all listen to some bullshit first
We ain't natural killas, we are a spiritual people
chosen few
Think the slave trade when they had boats with
Thousands of us on
And we still was praising the Lord now you to die
a coat, a necklace round your throat, that's bullshit
Black people ya'll better realize, we losin, you better and die
If you got to get yo' spirit and mind back and we got to do it
Goodie Mob means, "The Die Mostly Over Bullshit"
You take away one "O" and it will let you
"God is Man of Blackness"
The has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B!