Luyện nghe bài hát "Hostile Gospel

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

Kweli]
I call these rappers baby seals, cause they club you to
I could call 'em Navy SEALs, they government feds
What become of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, they in
ain't 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 wrestle? 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 disaster
Back to the we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the to describe me so they resort to the shortcuts
Is he a Is he a mad rapper?
An or the author of the last chapter
We in these times of love and cholera
Synonymous the apocalypse, look up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten left say meteorologists, shit
We still for the Congress to acknowledge this~!

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

Kweli]
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get paper up
You can't always just and asks for favors bruh
Stand on your own two, never covet thy neighbor's
Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin
I a conversation based on general observation
is not a nation, take it to population
Niggaz got a lot to say when inside the belly of Satan
Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got in this system
Am I a victim or a product of indoctrination?
exploit it and use me like a movie with product placement
You hear the congregation; is the hostile gospel
The is hard 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 by Cus D'Amato
DJs stickin to vinyl "Fuck Serato"
who ride around the block, in the custom models
Ballin like the struck the lotto you know who the is
A nigga keep it reeich with the stitch and greedy
I'm not a hipster, but I flip it like a sneaker
Expose the game, treat it a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, they snitch and tap wires while I plead the fifth
You trust a soul in the biz, so be careful 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 seldom traveled, watch hell unravel
Right before the eyes of the soldier who in battle
The mother who raised her daughter to bear the sacred water
And not take the hand of every man who a offer
To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they
Like, "I bet neighborhood ain't like this"
White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna like rappers
It's all backwards it's crisis
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to us
Drug suppliers is the health care
We cakin, makin narcotics outta products
We workin out 'til we exorcise the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem to just us with enough rope to hang ourselves
Enough to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
It's officially nigga season, niggaz is bleedin
why I'm spittin freedom 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 trials to come
salvation that I need
So I'm to the sky
Lord can you me?
us...
Deliver us,
Deliver us,
Oh, us
us
Ohhhhh us yes
us, deliver us, deliver us
Yeah yeah yeah, ohhhhhhhhhh... [ad to fade]