Luyện nghe bài hát "Hostile Gospel

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

Kweli]
I call these rappers baby seals, cause they you to death
I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government
What become of the They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There ain't no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's a club or a set
the new WWF
What do you rap or do you Niggaz love to forget
We got til it's gone, you you on, you still hustlin backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, it's a fuckin
Back to the topic we on, it all started at
They couldn't the words to describe me so they resort 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 and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten years say meteorologists, shit
We still for the Congress to acknowledge this~!

[Chorus: Kweli & singers in the background]
What the people want? Please us
We wanna it up, please deliver us
is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel
I'm reaching the fire - please deliver us
I'm preaching to the choir - please us
Just it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words hollow, we need someone to follow

[Talib
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your up
You can't always just and asks for favors bruh
Stand on your own two, never covet thy 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, take it to
Niggaz got a lot to say when inside the belly of Satan
trial debatin how the hell I got placed in this system
Am I a victim or a product of indoctrination?
They exploit it and use me like a movie with product
You hear the congregation; this is the gospel
The truth is to swallow it'll leave you scarred tomorrow
Keep it honest our motto, niggaz keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus
DJs stickin to like "Fuck Serato"
who ride around the block, in the custom models
Ballin the struck the lotto you know who the cleanest is
A keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy geniuses
I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a pimp
Expose the game, treat it a bitch
Smack out these hoes, cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth
You can't trust a soul in the biz, so be who you eatin with
and sleepin and also who you chiefin with
You never they might've added in secret ingredients

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

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