Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

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

So it be like 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 virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a against Haiti
When your army in the bed with pains in their back
And behind head
doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid
But these ain't tha same 'Nam, didn't give a damn
Who only wanted Saddam now hands numb
Can't run old age thirty
This what you wanted you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line
Fightin' for your spirit and mind, service to my kind...

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

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' 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 ain't straight
At least not the way I 'em to be
Early as phuckk, eight
Last night I barely got Z's ... sleep...uh
I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin'
It sound like wind 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 of death, a sack of crumbled herb ...
down Main Street
East Point, I swerve, Rd, Southside
Eight fify-five, at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't

Outside it's twenty below fool I'm to the liquor store
Closed that's right I go hotta at this I know
Who at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory lane
Feelin' strange can't Explain, so wit me pleae
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 inside
Tagged an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)
I two swiggs outts my deuce-deuce, old E
Now K-I-N-G had the story all wrong
last five points, I'm gone

As individuals and as a we are at war
But the majority of my side got they eyes wide
But still don't what we fighting fo
I guess that's I'm writing for to try to shed some light
But we been in the darkness for so long, don't know right wrong
Y'all scared to come near it, you the voice
In your head when you it
The enemy is after yo' 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 in the sense 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 answer far
Matter of fact its up under our nose
But the taught us to keep that book closed
See the reason why he gotta lie and is so
we won't act accordingly
To get the blessings we suppose to
Yeah it's true, Sam wants 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 to some bullshit first
We natural 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 praising the Lord now you to die
Over a coat, a round your throat, that's bullshit
Black people better realize, we losin, you better fight 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 one "O" and it will let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has thru me and the G-Mo-B!