Luyện nghe bài hát Let There Be Light

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

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

What's all talk that Nas got bought?
I'd rather my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been 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 ain't got much time
And they really 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 the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

This ain't the glorified, painting the street picture
There's no God in sir Bibles, blunt and switches
Gillette's cut in kitchen, now every rapper wanna claim
He hang with "Supreme" Griffith

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

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

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

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

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

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

Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds, I wanted bread Wonder
Not manned-a-wanno like the parents of
Nas is the Ghetto Idol
No matter what you do you're never my title

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

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

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

And I, though I walk the valley
is Tre Williams ladies and gentlemen
And I, should fear no
And I, no, no, focus on good things man, good times,

As I through the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much left
And they don't really wanna see the in me
Ain't satisfied 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 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

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

And I, I know my business, so my sins
And I, I thank the for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did they best to
Oh, let there be

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