Luyện nghe bài hát "Hostile Gospel

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

Kweli]
I call these rappers baby seals, cause they you to death
I call 'em Navy SEALs, cause they government feds
What become of the vets? They drugged up, they fucked up, 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 wrestle? Niggaz 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 we on, it all started at Rawkus
They couldn't find the words to describe me so they resort to the
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, up the clouds is ominous
We got maybe ten left say meteorologists, shit
We still waitin for the to acknowledge this~!

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

Kweli]
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 neighbor's
Karma's a bitch so watch your mouth and what you sayin
I start a conversation on general observation
is not a nation, take it to population
Niggaz got a lot to say when locked the belly of Satan
Awaitin trial debatin how the hell I got 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 you scarred tomorrow
Keep it honest our motto, these keep it bottled
I'm the writer who reach the fighters like speeches by Cus
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 pimp
Expose the game, treat it a bitch
Smack fire out these hoes, cause they snitch and tap wires while I plead the
You can't trust a soul in the biz, so be careful who you 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 of the soldier who fell in battle
The single mother who raised her to bear 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 like this"
White kids wishin they black kids, and wanna talk rappers
It's all backwards it's crisis
The industry inside us is vipers with fangs trying to us
suppliers is the health care providers
We cakin, makin narcotics outta household
We ain't workin out 'til we the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem to provide us with enough rope to hang ourselves
Enough to slang ourselves, enough toast to bang ourselves
It's officially nigga season, these is bleedin
That's why I'm spittin freedom we had enough of squeezin

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