Luyện nghe bài hát Fighting

Put me in a situation hope I get another chance
To live as I know
4:30 was the time, I'm feelin' a in my chest
I guess I smoke too much
Makin' a nigga mo' slow off the doe in bubblin' under who
Where's the crew thick mist in the
I'm feelin' pressure off the
Spine advertising swine on Channel 2 when in the same
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 it with no tricks
You settin' me cancer on a stick, visualize soon to come
Throwin' within this city we 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 it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the 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 their head
doctors giving more Medicaid but ain't no aid
But these ain't tha same from 'Nam, didn't a damn
Who only Saddam now your hands 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 we're 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 stab wounds sticin' in the ol' school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five to my name 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
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, fifty-one
Last night I got some Z's ... sleep...uh
I can't ol' Burd in the next room havin'
It sound like wind blowin' she weep, speak
I I'm tired on the way to the slave camp...
I utter very little words, I'm thinkin' a ciggy I snatched
From the of death, a sack of crumbled herb ...
Rollin' Main Street
Point, I swerve, Campbelton Rd, Southside
Eight fify-five, jacket at bus top standin', but, I ain't

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' back memory lane
Feelin' strange can't Explain, so wit me pleae
Thru this green I sees
tramp that gave me herpes wreck, wham, crash, stumblin' jumps out
The ride empty the 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 had the story all wrong
last five points, I'm gone

As and as a people 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 light
But we been in the darkness for so long, don't right from wrong
scared to come near it, you ignore the voice
In head when you hear it
The enemy is after yo' spirit but you it's all in yo' mind
find a lot of the reason we behind
Is because the system is designed to keep our third eyes
But not blind in the sense that our two eyes can't see
You just end investing quality in places you don't even neeed to be
We don't even know who we are, but the ain't far
Matter of fact its right up our nose
But the system taught us to that book closed
See the reason why he gotta lie and is so
That we won't act
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 is a curse but what's worse
is if I put it in a verse y'all listen to bullshit first
We ain't natural born killas, we are a spiritual
God's few
Think about the slave trade they had boats with
of us on board
And we still was praising the now you ready to die
Over a coat, a necklace round your throat, bullshit
Black people ya'll realize, we losin, you better fight and die
If you got to get yo' spirit and back and we got to do it together
Goodie Mob means, "The Good Die Mostly 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!