Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Kweli]
From the top, the top, from the top, from the top
From the top, from the top, the top, from the top
In a of grace
Where the talent is surrounded by the pain and the
So the selling never
At the same time snitching to the
Is the way to be found at the bottom of a lake
But the problem we face seems so
That we can't escape so we our fate
So the sex and the money and the and the pictures we paint
If an is a part of a community
And got an to get that cake
Would never come to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga that so fake
No different from a
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you
Would a minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look into the face of a girl
up like a flag when it's unfurled
Got game listening to her mother's
And she love Beyonce cause she run the
Her used to run this city
Way back before the nigga Puff was
When it came to the music then she got picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the
And she that Pac was more lyrical
Plus she never to college
But she called 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only natural to for a little you
Musical so she the umbilical chords
So her was born it was a miracle
Music is the light it's dark
And the way that you spit dart is a big part
She grew up hip hop
Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop"
niggas turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the
Ratchet reality stars that be so stupid
Getting in the at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's of the biters
No desire for the and the violence
That's inflicted on the in a so-called party environment
Her is politics
Lost count of how many whores she was called
She do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she exaggerate when she holler
But it's so much she can tolerate

[Hook: Dobson]
Help me find my way to a state of
Stir my heart, my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you
Help me my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with weight
me to the grace

[Verse 2: Talib
She wanna to be the in her family with a higher education
Her entire graduation was a situation
Did a paper on the of the hip hop generation
But no felt a part of the conversation
Used to be I'm a ''ride or chick
B.I.G. with the ''Me And My
No objections, an object
label seeing a profit
She ain't never a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing along she heard it in a song
She used to be front row at the shows 'til she overdosed on the
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would have
But she felt like she really ain't
When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a
She erased all her songs the phone
You are who you fuck with, so the guy she stuck with
You can bump it or dump it, the artist she
Just her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting
She tried not to him
In her heart she still him
And the way that he lusting a of his suffering
And this young man clearly not ready for the harder
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, only if you
I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew over the nest of the
But she never gonna hear them in the mix so the new
Taking cues the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
She'd be for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be great
I see as colors and shapes
Put it on tape, let her know I relate
When you wish you could switch the way you look
And your nose was and your hair was straight
When you got no
you hate yourself, when you hate your race
Let's get to the
Our sisters more than grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a
And you rich and you shit on the
In all of records and ask 'em to buy it
Why should I music that constantly disrespects me?
And make you dismissive of the efforts of who get left
With the charge of it correctly
When it's free or in a cloud
Ain't no to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you don't no sounds on the air
And it's that your sales going down
by law then you found the raw
On a board and you sounding off
niggas get the whole world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be lost
Rhyming is a
The line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving them your soul, wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
Running you like fast food; Big Mac's
You don't no problems, fix that
All the time that you spent to that bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get

[Outro: Kweli]
She love it, no
She don't love it no