Luyện nghe bài hát Shallow Days

Time and time, a brother why
The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta
I said "Simply I don't live that way
kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"
"But won't sell,
cause you gotta keep it
so we can feel
you're coming from
Because streets is ill so if you ain't
killing in rhymes
whole sound's just bubble gum"
I said "I won't contribute to
I'd try to cultivate an inner side
and try to evolve the ghetto mind
The devil and his army never been a of mine"
"But don't wanna hear that shit" said the brother
Who was obviously totally and yelled out
"murder murder, kill, murder" in the influential parts
Of our kids'

days, you never wanna
Let a be a brother
inner to the outer
Caught up, and all them hollow
Can't escape everywhere that I look
People frontin, and it ain't right

I said "Don't you know the powers be
are people as pawns, devouring we
until they see us all gone and the scene"
And as I passed the chronic, he "look at where I be,
I to get a job for real,
But all my hit licks, and rob and steal
and keep fat caught in a rut to catch ground
way's in, plus who could you trust?"
I "I'm all about protecting mine,
but minds be getting left behind.
Why don't you change environment?"
He "This is all I know,
plus my fam's all I got, I can't go"
I "You gotta make it for the fam"
"Damn," he said "I make the ghetto,
The made the man"
I said "You're more just that,"
his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a way
To break the master plan, peace"

The peace is just an expression
Used to say bye when time to jet
And red black and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend, I
Hardly ever see them around brothers' no more
Instead of gold, gats
Inspiring gangstas and
Who at the young age of
Be seeing more than war veterans
Instead of learning laws
And hip-hop is a voice who we at
To express how we be feeling about and that
But music does reflect
And look up to what you're portraying
And what you act like
It's for a new day
An era in rap, styles,
Makin' them of the happenings
But ears seem more steered towards
Self-annihilation so many laugh
And write off, like I'm out here just
Blowing wind, maybe us soft or unreal,
Something can't feel, while they keep yellin
murder murder, kill kill kill