Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a serious hope I get another chance
To live as I know
4:30 was the time, I'm a pain in my chest
I guess I smoke too much
a nigga mo' slow off the doe in Olympian bubblin' under who
Where's the crew thick mist in the
I'm pressure off the tess
Spine swine on Channel 2 when in the same breath
You tellin' me don't eat from that increasin' my blood
Outbreaks on my skin don't with the way I want this thang to flow
If I can the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks
You settin' me on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come
Throwin' within this we call Atlantis
Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't good in the woods of
I stress in my rhymes...fighting for yo' and you mind!

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

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

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' today I as well be dead, so dread
The voices on the radio got me
Can't put a on my face 'cause my pockets ain't straight
At not the way I want 'em to be
Early as phuckk, eight
Last night I barely got Z's ... sleep...uh
I can't ol' Burd in the room havin' nightmares
It sound like wind blowin' when she weep,
I I'm tired 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, jacket at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I

Outside it's twenty fool I'm ridin' to the liquor store
Closed that's right I go hotta at this I know
Who work at the Texaco Gas station, pacin' back down memory
Feelin' strange can't Explain, so bare wit me
Thru green light I sees
tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride the glock fo', five, D.E.A.D.
Woke up handcuffed Grady
with an I-U-D (intoxicated una dank)
I took two outts my deuce-deuce, old E
Now Stephen K-I-N-G had the story all
Blood last five points, I'm

As and as a people 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 shed some
But we been in the for so long, don't know right from wrong
scared to come near it, you ignore the voice
In your head you hear it
The enemy is 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 our third 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 neeed to be
We don't even know who we are, but the ain't far
Matter of fact its right up under our
But the system taught us to keep that closed
See the reason why he lie and deceive is so
That we won't act
To get the we suppose to receive
Yeah it's true, Uncle Sam wants you to be a too
See, jealous because his skin is a curse but what's worse
is if I put it in a verse listen to some bullshit first
We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual
chosen few
Think about the slave trade they had boats with
of us on board
And we still was praising the Lord now you to die
Over a coat, a necklace round throat, that's bullshit
Black ya'll 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 Good Die Mostly Bullshit"
You take one "O" and it will let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken me and the G-Mo-B!