Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
From the top, from the top, the top, from the top
the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
In a of grace
Where the talent is surrounded by the pain and the
So the never safe
At the same snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to be found at the bottom of a
But the problem we face seems so
we can't escape 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 that
never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga that so fake
No different from a
Nothing left to cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God you with
Would a better minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a
into the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag it's unfurled
Got game listening to her mother's
And she love cause she run the world
Her used to run this city
Way back before the Puff was Diddy
When it came to the music she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the
And she felt Pac was more lyrical
she never went to college
But she herself 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's natural to pray for a little you
so she played the umbilical chords
So her daughter was it was a miracle
Music is the light when dark
And the way that you spit your dart is a big
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 to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No for the lying and the violence
That's inflicted on the body in a so-called party
Her is politics
Lost count of how many whores she was called
She won't do it no more, lost all her
They say she exaggerate when she 'Rape'
But it's so much she can tolerate

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

2: Talib Kweli]
She wanna to be the first in her family with a education
Her entire graduation was a dire
Did a paper on the of the hip hop generation
But no longer felt a of the conversation
Used to be I'm a ''ride or die''
B.I.G. with the And My Bitch''
No objections, an object
Major label seeing a
She ain't never been a or a ho
But she used to sing along when she heard it in a
She used to be front row at the 'til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would have
But she felt like she really belong
When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a
She erased all her from 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 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 for the harder discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude a dude 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 them in the mix so the new
Taking cues from the playing that doodoo
She on Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
She'd be lucky for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be
I see lyrics as and shapes
Put it on tape, let her I could relate
When you you could switch the way that you look
And your nose was and your hair was straight
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you your race
Let's get to the
Our sisters worth than grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a
And you rich and you shit on the
In all of your 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
the charge of repping it correctly
When it's online or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to touch the 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 board and you sounding off
niggas get the whole world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be sounding
Rhyming is a
The line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
Running through you fast food; Big Mac's
You don't want no problems, fix
All the time that you spent listening to bullshit
Now you never gon' get back

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