Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
From the top, the top, from the top, from the top
From the top, the top, from the top, from the top
In a of grace
Where the talent is surrounded by the and the violence
So the never safe
At the same snitching to the Jake
Is the way to be found at the bottom of a lake
But the problem we seems so great
That we can't escape so we accept our
So the sex and the money and the and the pictures we paint
If an is a part of a community
And got an opportunity to get that
Would never come to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like that so
No different from a
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna
If you ain't using all the God provided you with
a better minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look into the of a young girl
up like a flag when it's unfurled
Got game listening to her pearls
And she Beyonce cause she run the world
Her mama to run this city
Way back the nigga Puff was Diddy
When it came to the music then she got real
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the
And she that Pac was more lyrical
she never went to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods 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 dark
And the way you spit your dart is a big part
She grew up hip hop
Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop"
Nowadays niggas up for the sex
Niggas up for the money, never turn up for the movement
Ratchet stars that be looking so stupid
Getting in the at reunions
She used to be by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for the and the violence
That's inflicted on the body in a party environment
Her is politics
Lost count of how many whores she was today
She won't do it no more, all her faith
say she exaggerate when she holler 'Rape'
But it's only so she can tolerate

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

[Verse 2: Kweli]
She wanna to be the first in her family a higher education
Her entire was a dire situation
Did a paper on the state of the hip hop
But no felt a part of the conversation
Used to be I'm a or die'' chick
B.I.G. with the And My Bitch''
No objections, being an
Major label a profit
She ain't been a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing along when she it in a song
She used to be row at the shows 'til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would stayed
But she felt like she really ain't
When she wouldn't let him hit, this called her a bitch
She erased all her songs the phone
You are who you fuck with, so the guy that she with
You can bump it or it, the artist she trusted
Just broke her heart, so and disgusting
She not to judge 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
emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, only if you knew
I a few who flow crazier than if you flew over the nest of the cuckoo
But she gonna hear them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio that doodoo
She on D'Angelo station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the face of
She'd be lucky for a balance cause the is challenging her to be great
I see lyrics as and shapes
Put it on tape, let her know I relate
When you wish you could switch the way that you
And your nose was and your hair was straight
you got no faith
When you yourself, when you hate your race
get to the core
Our sisters more 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 should I support music that disrespects me?
And you dismissive of the efforts of those who get left
the charge of repping it correctly
When free online or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to the radio dial
You wonder why you hear no sounds on the air
And it's clear that your going down
by law then you found the raw
On a board and you sounding off
These niggas get the world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these be sounding lost
Rhyming is a
The line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, shit rap
Running through you like fast food; Big
You don't no problems, fix that
All the time that you spent listening to bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get

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