Luyện nghe bài hát Kanye, 2009

How, Jay!?
This is my rant
Tell everybody this is my kanye
This is my rant
Can I for a minute, yeah
Can I for a second, yeah
Can I
Let me

You better your mouth
I'd rather pray for for what might come out
Lord, have mercy on the I speak
I'll have an opinion but might change my views next
Like why, when I share my faith it's intolerance
But when they share their hate it's scholarship
And why ain't no Whole in the hood
All I see is fast here, can we eat good?
We need black-owned, and bad loans
Less shops and pawn shops and we by gold
And why (shut up) black history always start with
So even I'm learning they still putting them chains on me

I got to say
(Go on say it then)
I got to say
(Go on say it then)
I got to say
(Go on say it then)

Be
is my Kanye rap
Everybody listen up to my rap
Please, is me Kanye rap
Can I for a minute, yeah
Can I talk for a second,
Can I
Let me

(Shut up!) yo, can I speak for a
Why everybody on try to be prolific
Try to be so gifted, to those go swipe on your image
Get a for that [?]
It's a in fact
That's like, Stop asking me about the lack of rappers
You ain't even ready for what's gone happen after
We busy mothers while you chasing platforms
You fat for them you living
No why you salty
Lot's wife taught him
On why the call me
Probably I'm snatching bodies out the fire falling
Light a match and ask your daddy who's more

I got to say
(Go on say it then)
I got to say
(Go on say it then)
I got to say
(Go on say it then)

Sho Baraka]
I'm genius!
This is my rant
Everybody listen up to my Kanye
Can I talk for a minute,
Can I talk for a second,
Can I
Let me

Is Rap or a cry for help?
many times, I think that I confuse myself
I'm just small time, but some I can change rap
They think I'm BET They me to bring the back
They like Sho, you inspire so folk
But what is it all for when you're and broke
I know, I know, money don't problems but
Influence don't stop Sallie Mae from
enough to drive a brother to depression
I'm rich in spirit but my in recession
This is [?], I'm telling you how I feel
Only fake people gotta remind you keep it real (I keep it real)
I'm fighting my pride trying to be the guy
But my Michael Jackson's just to see the bright side
My white friends think I'm all black power
My friends living in ebony towers
My artist friends have terrible habits
My Christian friends got the but live passive
I reproduce their habits, I even hate
I guess all brothers but I still can't relate