Luyện nghe bài hát God Send

My mom is in the bedroom, again
Sister's on the corner, lyin' again
Just about another one of my niggaz dyin' again
I'm tryin' to make moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry

Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities to me
This song you see is an ode to God
That he blessed my last breath to be Allah U
And this is hard, tenement buildings are barred

Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it
Time for war I'm to score like Bernard King
My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the
I you I'd hurt the music

Travellin' back, bustin' shots at Christ was persecuted
(Blank)
Mathematically we at right angles fuck the star spangled
The makers of fallen angels, danglin' moon crescents
I persevere, breathe the air, the effervescence of life

street game is stiflin', I'm triflin' upholdin' a rifle
Peerin' from behind the eyes of God, we at odds ourselves
What is it worth when this barren metropolis
Scale the of hell, trail of a octopus

I it all through the eyes of a needle
Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the
Niggaz'll learn we just concern about
(Shit)
Who's fuckin' who? When time is of

Ghost, we disregard the magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and
in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credits about to and hell is the sequel

Incarcerated scar faces in all places, crack sales rise, lives
Cops and robber car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, left faceless
bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases
Give the drummer some, pianos, basses

Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate
for why they thumpin', hi, I'm the most species
By all means, survival is I teach these
First time offenders catchin' to fifteen

Now, my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split
Bust shit like Mitch Greene I switch scenes
(Snitch)
Bring drama to that ass, how we on it in Queens
What? Stray bullets continue dreams, batterin' spleens

I'm gatherin' schemes, had only cream as bad as a fiend
Take food from a table and get drunk to your
Now, feel it in heart from the love in my breath

I it all through the eyes of a needle
of the planet, brainwash of the people
Niggaz'll never learn we concern about
(Shit)
Who's fuckin' When time is of significance

Ghost, we disregard the magnificent
Eat of the fruit that is and lethal
in the crux of the spell with the evil
Credits to roll and hell is the sequel