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 a pain in my chest
I guess I too much sess
Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' who
Where's the thick mist in the trail
I'm feelin' pressure off the
Spine advertising on Channel 2 when in the same breath
You tellin' me don't eat from that plate my blood
Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I want this thang to
If I can help the cause don't have to treat it no tricks
You settin' me cancer on a stick, destruction soon to come
Throwin' within city we call Atlantis
like a mantis everyday ain't good in the woods of Southwest
I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' and you mind!

So what it be my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to a strike against Haiti
When half your army in the bed with pains in their
And behind head
Witch doctors more Medicaid but ain't no aid
But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't give a
Who only wanted Saddam now your hands
run old age before thirty
This what you 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
got us fighting for our spirit and mind
Still fighting for our spirit and
We can't stop fighting for our and mind

stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' I might as well be dead, so dread
The voices on the got me seamed
put a smile on my face 'cause my pockets ain't straight
At least not the way I 'em to be
Early as phuckk, fifty-one
night I barely got some Z's ... sleep...uh
I can't ol' Burd in the room havin' nightmares
It sound wind blowin' when she weep, speak
I I'm tired on the way to the slave camp...
I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' about a I snatched
From the jaws of death, a of crumbled herb ...
down Main Street
East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd,
Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I

Outside it's twenty below I'm ridin' to the liquor store
Closed that's right I go hotta at beeso I know
Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' down memory lane
Feelin' can't Explain, so bare wit me pleae
Thru green light I sees
That tramp that me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D.
up handcuffed inside Grady
Tagged an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)
I took two 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 of my side got they eyes open wide
But still recognize 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 from
Y'all scared to come near it, you the voice
In your head when you it
The is after yo' spirit but you think it's all in yo' mind
You'll find a lot of the we behind
Is the system is designed to keep our third eyes blind
But not in the sense that our other two eyes can't see
You just end investing time in places you don't even neeed to be
We don't know who we are, but the answer ain't far
Matter of fact its right up our nose
But the system us to keep that book closed
See the reason why he lie and deceive is so
we won't 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 what's
is if I put it in a y'all listen to some bullshit first
We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual
God's few
Think about the slave trade when had boats 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 better realize, we losin, you better fight and die
If you got to get yo' and mind back and we got to do it together
Goodie Mob means, "The Die Mostly Over Bullshit"
You take away one "O" and it will let you
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken me and the G-Mo-B!