Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a serious situation I get another chance
To live as I know
4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a pain in my
I I smoke too much sess
Makin' a nigga mo' off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who
the crew thick mist in the trail
I'm feelin' off the tess
Spine swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath
You tellin' me don't eat from that plate increasin' my
Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want thang to flow
If I can the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks
You settin' me cancer on a stick, visualize soon to come
Throwin' within this city we call
Prayin' like a 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 be catching gangrene
The be brown in the morning in my sink
Who that in my eyes some Clampett away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in the bed with pains in their
And behind their
doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid
But these ain't tha same 'Nam, didn't give a damn
Who wanted Saddam now your hands numb
Can't run old age thirty
This what you when you signed your (hand) 'cock on tha line
Fightin' for your spirit and your mind, to my kind...

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

Multiple stab wounds sticin' in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as be dead, so dread
The voices on the got me seamed
Can't put a smile on my face 'cause my pockets ain't
At not the way I want 'em to be
Early as phuckk, fifty-one
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 words, I'm thinkin' about a ciggy I snatched
the jaws of death, a sack of crumbled herb ...
Rollin' down Street
Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside
Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', but, I ain't

Outside it's twenty below fool I'm to the liquor store
Closed right I go hotta at this beeso I know
Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' down memory lane
Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me
Thru green light I sees
That tramp gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The empty the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D.
Woke up 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 five points, I'm gone

As and as a people we are at war
But the majority of my side got they eyes wide
But don't recognize what we fighting fo
I guess that's what I'm 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 ignore the
In your head you hear it
The enemy is after yo' but you think it's all in yo' mind
find a lot of the reason we behind
Is because the system is to keep our third eyes blind
But not blind in the that our other two eyes can't see
You just end quality time in places you don't even neeed to be
We don't even 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 reason why he gotta lie and is so
we won't act accordingly
To get the blessings we suppose to
Yeah true, Uncle 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 y'all listen to some bullshit first
We natural born 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 the Lord now you ready to die
Over a coat, a necklace 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 back and we got to do it together
Goodie Mob means, "The Die Mostly Over Bullshit"
You take away one "O" and it let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has thru me and the G-Mo-B!