Luyện nghe bài hát "Hostile Gospel

(Talib Kweli)
And what the people say? We wanna it up
And what the people want? deliver us
And what the need? Hey...
I got that,

[Talib
I these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to death
I could 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds
What of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a it's like a club or a set
the new WWF
What do you rap or do you wrestle? love to forget
We got til gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a disaster
to the topic we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so they to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad
An entertainer or the of the last chapter
We living in these times of love and
Synonymous with the apocalypse, up the clouds is ominous
We got ten years left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin for the Congress to this~!

[Chorus: Talib & singers in the background]
the people want? Please deliver us
We wanna live it up, deliver us
Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the gospel
I'm through the fire - please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir - please us
Just keep it real with us, you to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need to follow

[Talib
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your up
You can't always just and asks for favors bruh
Stand on own two, never covet thy neighbor's stuff
Karma's a bitch so your mouth and what you sayin bruh
I start a conversation based on observation
Hip-Hop is not a nation, it to population
Niggaz got a lot to say when locked inside the of Satan
Awaitin trial debatin how the I got placed in this system
Am I a victim or just a product of
They exploit it and use me like a with product placement
You hear the this is the hostile gospel
The truth is hard to it'll leave you scarred tomorrow
it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters speeches by Cus D'Amato
DJs to vinyl like "Fuck Serato"
Suppliers who ride around the block, in the models
Ballin like the the lotto you know who the cleanest is
A nigga keep it reeich the stitch and greedy geniuses
I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a pimp
the game, treat it like a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, cause they and tap wires while I plead the fifth
You can't a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin with
and sleepin with and who you chiefin with
You never know might've added in secret ingredients

[Talib
a road that's seldom traveled, watch hell unravel
Right before the of the soldier who fell in battle
The mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the of every man who make a offer
To kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids
Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't this"
White kids they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
It's all backwards it's crisis
The industry inside us is with fangs trying to bite us
suppliers is the health care providers
We cakin, makin narcotics outta household
We ain't workin out 'til we exorcise the that's inside us
Plus they seem to just provide us with rope to hang ourselves
Enough dope to slang ourselves, toast to bang ourselves
It's officially nigga season, niggaz is bleedin
That's why I'm spittin freedom we had of trigger squeezin

[Outro:
In these tryin days and
All I is to be free
I do it on my own
can you deliver me?
There are trials to come
salvation that I need
So I'm to the sky
Lord can you me?
us...
Deliver us,
us, ohhhhhhhhhh
Oh, us
us
Ohhhhh us yes
Deliver us, deliver us, us
yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh... [ad libs to fade]