Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a serious situation hope I get another
To live life as I
4:30 was the time, I'm a pain in my chest
I I smoke too much sess
Makin' a nigga mo' 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 plate increasin' my
Outbreaks on my skin don't blend with the way I this thang to flow
If I can the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks
You me cancer on a stick, visualize destruction soon to come
Throwin' this city we call Atlantis
Prayin' like a mantis 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 brother be gangrene
The water be in the morning in my sink
Who that in my some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a against Haiti
When half your army in the bed pains in their back
And behind their
Witch doctors giving more Medicaid but no aid
But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, give a damn
Who only wanted Saddam now your numb
Can't run old age thirty
This what you wanted when you signed your (hand) on tha line
Fightin' for your spirit and mind, service to my kind...

Seems like we're fighting for our spirit and
They got us for our spirit and mind
fighting for our spirit and mind
We stop fighting for our spirit and mind

stab wounds sticin' thru in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I as well be dead, so dread
The on the radio got me seamed
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, fifty-one
Last night I barely got Z's ... sleep...uh
I ol' Burd in the next room havin' nightmares
It sound like wind blowin' she weep, speak
I can't I'm on the way to the slave 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
East Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd,
Eight fify-five, at bus top standin', sweatin' but, I ain't

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

As individuals and as a we are at war
But the majority of my got they eyes open wide
But still don't recognize what we fo
I guess that's what I'm writing for to try to shed some
But we in the darkness for so long, don't know right from wrong
Y'all to come near it, you ignore the voice
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 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 neeed to be
We even know who we are, but the answer ain't far
Matter of fact its right up under our
But the system taught us to keep that book
See the reason why he lie and deceive is so
That we act accordingly
To get the blessings we suppose to
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 y'all listen to some bullshit first
We ain't natural born killas, we are a people
chosen few
Think about the slave trade they had boats with
Thousands of us on
And we still was praising the Lord now you 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' and mind back and we got to do it together
Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Over Bullshit"
You away one "O" and it will let you know
"God is Man of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken me and the G-Mo-B!