Luyện nghe bài hát Let There Be Light

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The son of the audio cassette era, wearer
and begets, Binzbo's speaker terror
Till man I get mine I'm dead, so I can drive sumpthin' red
Like that horse standing on hind legs

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

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

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

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

And I, though I walk the valley
That is Tre ladies and gentlemen
And I, they fear no
And I, no, no, on good things man, good times, alright

As I walk the valley shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much 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, they did they best to
Oh, let be light

As I through the valley shadow of death
I know that I got much time 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 the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

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