Luyện nghe bài hát Shallow Days

Time and time, a asks why
The rhyme is not with a gangsta touch
I said "Simply I don't live that way
kickin' them rhymes rugged and rough"
"But won't sell,
cause you gotta it real
so we can feel
where coming from
Because streets is ill so if you ain't
killing in rhymes
your sound's just bubble gum"
I said "I contribute to genocide;
I'd rather try to cultivate an side
and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto
The devil and his never been a friend 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 brother be a
Fully inner to the
Caught up, and all hollow nights
Can't escape cause that I look
frontin, and it just ain't right

I said "Don't you the powers that be
are people as pawns, devouring we
until they see us all and outta 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 pockets caught in a rut to catch
this way's in, who could you trust?"
I "I'm all about protecting 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 "You gotta make it for the fam"
"Damn," he said "I make the ghetto,
The made the man"
I said "You're more than that,"
his hand, said "Damn, you gotta find a way
To break the devil's plan, peace"

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