Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
From the top, the top, from the top, from the top
From the top, from the top, from the top, the top
In a of grace
Where the talent is surrounded by the pain and the
So the selling safe
At the time snitching to the Jake
Is the way to be found at the bottom of a lake
But the we face seems so great
That we can't so we accept our fate
So the sex and the money and the and the pictures we paint
If an artist is a part of a
And got an opportunity to get cake
never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like so fake
No different from a
Nothing to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the God provided you with
Would a better minuteman you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look into the face of a young
up like a flag when it's unfurled
Got game listening to her mother's
And she Beyonce cause she run the world
Her mama to run this city
Way back before the Puff was Diddy
When it came to the then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred over Biggie
No to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was more
Plus she never to college
But she called herself 'Earth' rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only to pray for a little you
Musical so she the umbilical chords
So her daughter was born it was a
Music is the light when it's
And the way that you spit your dart is a big
She grew up hip hop
Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop"
Nowadays niggas up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the
Ratchet reality stars be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the
No desire for the lying and the
inflicted on the body in a so-called party environment
Her body is
Lost count of how many whores she was today
She do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she exaggerate when she holler
But it's only so she can tolerate

Abby Dobson]
Help me find my way to a state of
Stir my heart, my soul
Feed me sounds you made
Help me my way to a state of grace
me up with your weight
Pull me to the

[Verse 2: Kweli]
She wanna to be the first in her family with a education
Her entire graduation was a dire
Did a paper on the state of the hip hop
But no longer felt a part of the
Used to be I'm a or die'' chick
B.I.G. the ''Me And My Bitch''
No objections, an object
label seeing a profit
She ain't never been a or a ho
But she to sing along when 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 belong
When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga her a bitch
She erased all her songs the phone
You are who you fuck with, so the guy that she stuck
You can it or dump it, the artist she trusted
Just broke her heart, so and disgusting
She tried not to him
In her heart she still him
And the way he lusting a part of his suffering
And this young man clearly not ready for the discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a do, only if you knew
I know a few who flow crazier than if you over the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues the radio playing that doodoo
She on Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Talib
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 could
When you wish you switch the way that you look
And your nose was smaller and your hair was
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you hate race
Let's get to the
Our sisters worth than grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a
And you and you shit on the poor
In all of records and ask 'em to buy it
Why I support music that constantly disrespects me?
And make you dismissive of the of those who get left
With the of repping it correctly
When it's online or in a cloud
no reason to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you don't no sounds on the air
And it's clear that sales going down
Down by law then you the raw
On a message 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 assembly line rap is designed by the enemy
Stop giving your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, shit rap
Running you like fast food; Big Mac's
You don't no problems, fix that
All the time that you listening to that bullshit
Now you never gon' get back

[Outro: Talib
She don't it, no
She don't love it no