Luyện nghe bài hát Shallow Days

Time and time, a asks why
The rhyme is not laced with a gangsta
I said "Simply because I don't that way
Still kickin' them rhymes and rough"
"But that sell,
you gotta keep it real
so that we can
where you're coming
Because streets is ill so if you ain't
niggas in rhymes
your whole sound's bubble gum"
I said "I contribute to genocide;
I'd rather try to cultivate an side
and try to the frustrated ghetto mind
The devil and his army been a friend of mine"
"But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" the brother
Who was obviously totally and yelled out
"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the parts
Of our kids'

Shallow days, you never
Let a be a brother
Fully to the outer
Caught up, and all them nights
Can't escape cause everywhere I look
frontin, and it just ain't right

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

The word peace is just an
Used to say bye when it's to jet
And them red and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend, I
ever see them around brothers' necks no more
Instead of that gold,
gangstas and macks
Who at the age of four
Be seeing more than war veterans
Instead of learning God's
And hip-hop is a voice who we at
To how we be feeling about this and that
But music does life
And kids look up to what portraying
And what you act like
It's for a new day
An era in rap, styles,
Makin' them aware of the
But their ears seem more steered
Self-annihilation so many might
And write this off, like I'm out just
Blowing wind, maybe label us or unreal,
Something they can't feel, while they keep
Murder murder murder, kill kill