Luyện nghe bài hát Rise Above

Some [?]
A has to got to come
Got to above it all for
We'll rise, yea I

[Verse 1:
Its hard to these city streets
Paranoia got the best of the
Most of my friends arrested
Rest of them
Or doing
I stay off the we played on
these tracks, I box daily like Avon
They like Omar coming, this ain't The Wire
Still carry their cannons like Mariah
I struggle today, ball tomorrow
I'm dedicated, the charts is
This try son the legislation
And be above all, F' the
I bust off, I see many but compared to
I'm [?] so
Grind for the bucks
[?] and [?]
I'm the one hit wonder, you stuck him
See get the loot, like its 92' the Rodney case
I'm razor sharp on every
But I watch karate tapes
looked at me and said, "He little, B, yo he probably based."
I spit a verse, they noticed is not the case
I'm all they

[Verse 2:
Going all over the
You wouldn't get far with this rapping is I was told
Now I be touching souls
Packing up shows with and the old
You to roll?

You ain't see my
Retired from the Bull like Scottie
Now I'm in the cooking up heaters
On Twitter, followed by
watching, birds clocking
Its my time in this
I entered the stage like Moon Say
So get your Smith and
And buck a shot for this thats reppin'
8 seconds is by this adolescent
I got that organic, real
For all
They tried to stop what made sense for flow
Added [?] still a cat like Calicoe
I keep it original, dog, for the city
Still trying make more bands than P.
But I with the faking, you better recognize
Like Sam Sneed, without a doubt I am y'all need
So check your

[Verse 3: Hinds]
Ugh huh...you already...
Inner never born
Unless its by every lesson in disguise
digesting worthy progressive verses numbers in the pies
Its three eyes on the prize possession
Tell em' niggas better they weapons
In sections for this rap precinct that won't witness protection
Opening sentences hoping these sentences could cells
On Brooklyn blocks
they can't reach him like the top shelf
Cause letter bound to hit em with a hot spell
On the dot, its red hot
And every art already touch till' tec's drops
That IllMindedChild pop outta tracks your neck pop
Commitment to the page is on in limited wedlock
And the knots is tied to get more than 2 Chainz for your dreadlock
And every flame 'till your memory set up headlocks
And its gone...