Luyện nghe bài hát Shallow Days

Time and time, a brother why
The rhyme is not with a gangsta touch
I said "Simply because I live that way
Still kickin' them rhymes and rough"
"But that sell,
cause you gotta it real
so that we can
where coming from
these streets is ill so if you ain't
killing niggas in
your whole sound's just gum"
I said "I contribute to genocide;
I'd rather try to cultivate an inner
and try to the frustrated ghetto mind
The devil and his army never a friend of mine"
"But niggas don't wanna hear that shit" said the
Who was totally misled and yelled out
"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential
Of our kids'

Shallow days, you wanna
Let a brother be a
Fully to the outer
Caught up, and all them hollow
Can't escape cause everywhere I look
People frontin, and it just right

I said "Don't you know the powers be
are using as pawns, devouring we
until see us all gone and outta the scene"
And as I passed the chronic, he said "look at 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
way's in, plus who could you trust?"
I "I'm all about protecting mine,
but neglecting minds be left behind.
Why don't you your environment?"
He "This is all I know,
plus my fam's all 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 "You're more than just that,"
Shook his hand, "Damn, you gotta find a way
To break the devil's plan, peace"

The word peace is an expression
to say bye when it's time to jet
And red black and green medallions
Was all just part of the trend, I
Hardly ever see them around brothers' necks no
Instead of gold, gats
Inspiring gangstas and
Who at the age of four
Be seeing more than war veterans
Instead of learning laws
And is a voice who we enlist at
To how we be feeling about this and that
But music does reflect
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 seem more towards
Self-annihilation so many might
And write this off, like I'm out here
Blowing wind, maybe label us or unreal,
Something they feel, while they keep yellin
Murder murder murder, kill kill