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 and the violence
So the selling safe
At the time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to be found at the bottom of a
But the problem we face so great
That we escape so we accept our fate
So the sex and the money and the murder and the pictures we
If an artist is a of a community
And got an to get that cake
Would come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga that so fake
No different from a
Nothing left to give you always wanna take
If you using all the talents God provided you with
Would a better minuteman you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look into the face of a young
Raising up like a flag when it's
Got game listening to her mother's
And she love cause she run the world
Her mama to run this city
Way back the nigga Puff was Diddy
When it came to the music she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac Biggie
No to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt Pac was more lyrical
she never went to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm with the more spiritual
She God in the
And only natural to pray for a little you
Musical so she the umbilical chords
So her daughter was it was a miracle
Music is the light when dark
And the way you spit your dart is a big part
She up loving hip hop
Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop"
niggas turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never up for the movement
Ratchet reality stars that be looking so
Getting in the at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the
No desire for the and the violence
That's inflicted on the body in a so-called party
Her is politics
count of how many whores she was called today
She won't do it no more, all her faith
say she exaggerate when she holler 'Rape'
But only so much she can tolerate

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

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

[Verse 3: Talib
In the face of
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 you could switch the way that you look
And nose was smaller and your hair was straight
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you your race
get to the core
Our sisters worth more grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a
And you rich and you on the poor
In all of records and ask 'em to buy it
Why I support music that constantly disrespects me?
And you dismissive of the efforts of those who get left
With the charge of repping it
it's free online or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to touch the dial
You wonder why you don't hear no on the air
And it's clear that your sales going
Down by law you found the raw
On a message board and you off
niggas get the whole world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why niggas be sounding lost
Rhyming is a
The assembly line rap niggas is designed by the
Stop them 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 spent listening to that
Now you never gon' get back

[Outro: Talib
She love it, no
She love it no more