Luyện nghe bài hát "Hostile Gospel

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

Kweli]
I call these rappers seals, cause they club you to death
I could call 'em Navy SEALs, cause government feds
What become of the They drugged up, they fucked up, they in debt
There no love and no respect, it's like a gang it's like 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 think you on, you hustlin backwards
Your topical norm a tropical storm, a fuckin disaster
Back to the topic we on, it all at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so resort to the shortcuts
Is he a backpacker? Is he a mad
An entertainer or the of the last chapter
We living in these of love and cholera
Synonymous with the apocalypse, look up the is ominous
We got maybe ten years say meteorologists, shit
We still for the Congress to acknowledge this~!

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

[Talib
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get paper up
You always just borrow and asks for favors bruh
Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's
Karma's a bitch so watch mouth and what you sayin bruh
I start a based on general observation
Hip-Hop is not a nation, take it to
got a lot to say when locked inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin debatin how the hell I got placed in this system
Am I a victim or just a product of
They exploit it and use me like a movie product placement
You hear the this is the hostile gospel
The truth is hard to swallow it'll leave you tomorrow
Keep it honest our motto, these niggaz keep it
I'm the writer who reach the fighters speeches by Cus D'Amato
DJs stickin to vinyl "Fuck Serato"
Suppliers who ride around the block, in the models
Ballin like the 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, it like a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, cause snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth
You can't trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you eatin
and with 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 unravel
Right before the of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the of every man who make a offer
To black kids wishin white kids, when they close they eyelids
Like, "I bet neighborhood ain't like this"
White wishin they black kids, and wanna talk like rappers
all backwards it's identity crisis
The industry inside us is vipers fangs trying to bite us
Drug is the health care providers
We cakin, narcotics outta household products
We ain't workin out 'til we the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem to just provide us with rope to hang ourselves
dope to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
It's nigga season, these niggaz is bleedin
That's why I'm spittin we had enough of trigger squeezin

[Outro:
In tryin days and times
All I need is to be
I do it on my own
Lord can you me?
There are still to come
It's 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]