Luyện nghe bài hát Let There Be Light

Yeah, check check,
It's out there? Yeah
It's like I'm hang gliding over the
worry, no, no, oh, no

Check, let there be
No gang banging in New tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger life
up the kid mic 'cuz ya'll ain't listening right

What's all this talk Nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white
Ain't nobody where I been, they at a stand still
is all overseen by my man Will

As I walk through the valley, shadow of
I know that I got much time left
And they don't wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my great
And I, I the hood for all the love they gave
And I 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let be light

This the glorified, just painting the street picture
There's no God in sir Bibles, just blunt and
Gillette's cut in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim
He hang with Kenneth "Supreme"

It's like the difference 'cept when **** get arraigned
They don't want the sentence, **** get to snitchin'
If I reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas
And bring back the who was livest

Old hustlers, reminiscing on days
home, doing nothing, might as well be in a cage
Hating on brothers, one foot in the grave
They used to love us we found our own way thru the maze

New York, set trippin' and
Got the Coast laughing, now Esco's asking
What happened? My homegirl from Manhattan
She remembers the quarters Latin, a lotta rat-a-tat-tatting

As I through the valley, shadow of death
I know that I ain't got time left
And don't really wanna see the good in me
Ain't until they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my great
And I, I thank the hood for all the love gave
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let be light

The son of the audio cassette era, tech
Bullets and begets, speaker terror
man I get mine till I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin' red
Like that horse standing on it's hind

Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds, I wanted bread like Wonder
Not manned-a-wanno like the parents of
Nas is the Ghetto Idol
No matter what you do you're getting my title

I can't sound cuz ya'll'll run away
They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't about 'ye
Like no other way for a ex-hustler
Cake ya, the splitter to touch ya, I beg to differ

you're four years into the game, we can have a conversation
Eight years in the game, I you on vacation
Ten years in the game, I've enjoyed my fame
Only then I let ya my brain

And I, right now
And I, they don't know
And I, they don't really see, I don't even deal with all that
No, no, no, we real right, ya know?

And I, though I walk through the
That is Tre Williams and gentlemen
And I, should fear no
And I, no, no, on good things man, good times, alright

As I walk through the valley shadow of
I know I ain't got much time left
And they don't wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my great
And I, I thank the hood for all the love they
And I 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

As I walk the valley shadow of death
I know that I got much time left
And they really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the in me

And I, I my business, so my sins great
And I, I thank the hood for all the love they
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let be light

Oh, let it be, let it be, yeah,
Let it be, let it be