Luyện nghe bài hát Shallow Days

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

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

I "Don't you know the powers that be
are people as pawns, devouring we
they see us all gone and outta the scene"
And as I the chronic, he said "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 in a rut to catch ground
this in, plus who could you trust?"
I said "I'm all protecting mine,
but neglecting minds be left behind.
Why you change your environment?"
He "This is all I know,
plus my all that I got, I can't go"
I said "You make it for the fam"
"Damn," he said "I didn't the ghetto,
The made the man"
I said "You're than just 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 and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend, I
Hardly ever see them around brothers' no more
of that gold, gats
Inspiring gangstas and
Who at the age of four
Be seeing drama than war veterans
Instead of learning God's
And is a voice who we enlist at
To express how we be about this and that
But does reflect life
And kids look up to you're portraying
And what you act like
time for a new day
An era in rap, styles,
them aware of the happenings
But their seem more steered towards
so many might 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 murder, kill kill