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 by the pain and the violence
So the never safe
At the time snitching to the Jake
Is the way to be found at the bottom of a lake
But the problem we face seems so
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 of a community
And got an opportunity to get that
never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like that so
No different from a
Nothing left to cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you
Would a better minuteman understand you ain't but a waste?
Look the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag when unfurled
Got game to her mother's pearls
And she love Beyonce cause she run the
Her mama used to run city
Way back before the nigga was Diddy
it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the
And she felt that Pac was lyrical
Plus she never to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only natural to pray for a you
so she played 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 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, turn up for the movement
Ratchet stars that be looking so stupid
in the fights at reunions
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 is politics
count of how many whores she was called today
She do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she when she holler 'Rape'
But only so much she can tolerate

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

[Verse 2: Kweli]
She to be the first in her family with a higher education
Her entire graduation was a situation
Did a paper on the state of the hip hop
But no longer felt a of the conversation
to be I'm a ''ride or die'' chick
B.I.G. with the And My Bitch''
No objections, being an
Major label a profit
She never 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 would have stayed
But she felt like she really ain't
When she let him hit, this nigga 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 it or dump it, the artist she trusted
broke her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting
She not to judge him
In her heart she still him
And the way that he lusting a part of his
And this young man clearly not for the harder discussion
emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, only if you knew
I know a few who flow than if you flew over the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora 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 could
When you you could switch the way that you look
And your nose was smaller and your was straight
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you hate your
get to the core
Our sisters worth more 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 that constantly disrespects me?
And you dismissive of the efforts of those who get left
With the charge of repping it
When it's online or in a cloud
Ain't no to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you don't hear no on the air
And it's clear that your sales down
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 these be sounding lost
is a memory
The assembly line rap niggas is designed by the
Stop giving them soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, shit rap
Running through you like fast 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