Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a serious situation hope I get chance
To live as I know
was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my chest
I guess I smoke too sess
Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in bubblin' under who
Where's the thick mist in the trail
I'm feelin' pressure off the
Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 in the same breath
You tellin' me don't eat from plate increasin' my blood
Outbreaks on my skin 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 settin' me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction to come
Throwin' within this city we 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 like my be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my
Who in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in the bed with pains in their
And behind head
Witch giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid
But these tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a damn
Who only wanted Saddam now your numb
Can't run old age thirty
This what you wanted when you signed (hand) 'cock on tha line
Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, to my kind...

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

Multiple wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a man
The way thangs goin' today I as well be dead, so dread
The voices on the got me seamed
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 room nightmares
It like wind blowin' when she weep, speak
I can't I'm tired on the way to the camp...
I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' about a I snatched
the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ...
Rollin' down Main
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
that's 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 green I sees
That tramp that me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride empty the fo', five, D.E.A.D.
up handcuffed inside Grady
Tagged an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)
I took two swiggs 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 side got eyes open wide
But don't recognize what we fighting 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 head when you hear it
The enemy is yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind
find a lot of the reason we behind
Is because the system is designed to keep our eyes blind
But not blind in the sense 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 us to keep that book closed
See the why he gotta lie and deceive is so
That we act accordingly
To get the we suppose to receive
Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam you to be a devil too
See, he's jealous because his skin is a curse but what's
is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to some bullshit
We ain't born killas, we are a spiritual people
God's few
Think about the slave trade when they had with
of us on board
And we still was the Lord now you ready 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 and we got to do it together
Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die 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!