Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
the top, from 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 is surrounded by the pain and the violence
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 we face seems so great
we can't escape so we accept our fate
So the sex and the money and the murder and the we paint
If an artist is a part of a
And got an opportunity to get that
Would come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga that so fake
No different from a
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna
If you ain't using all the God provided you with
Would a minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look into the face of a girl
Raising up like a flag it's unfurled
Got game listening to her pearls
And she love Beyonce cause she run the
Her mama to run this city
Way back before the nigga Puff was
When it came to the music then she got real
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over
No to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was lyrical
she never went to college
But she called herself 'Earth' rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only natural to for a little you
Musical so she played the chords
So her daughter was born it was a
is the light when it's dark
And the way that you spit your is a big part
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 up for the movement
Ratchet reality stars that be looking so
in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now tired of the biters
No desire for the and the violence
That's inflicted on the in a so-called party environment
Her is politics
Lost count of how many she was called today
She won't do it no more, all her faith
They say she exaggerate when she holler
But only so much she can tolerate

Abby Dobson]
Help me my way to a state of grace
my heart, touch my soul
Feed me sounds you made
Help me find my way to a of grace
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 graduation was a dire
Did a on the state of the hip hop generation
But no longer felt a part of the
Used to be I'm a ''ride or die''
B.I.G. the ''Me And My Bitch''
No objections, being an
Major label seeing a
She ain't been a bitch or a ho
But she to sing along when she heard it in a song
She used to be front row at the 'til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage 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 the phone
You are who you with, so the guy that she stuck 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 she still loved him
And the way he lusting a part of his suffering
And this man clearly not ready for the harder discussion
Female emcees more like a dude than a dude do, only if you knew
I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew over the nest of the
But she gonna hear them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing doodoo
She on Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Talib
In the face of
She'd be lucky for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be
I see lyrics as colors and
Put it on tape, let her know I relate
When you wish you could switch the way 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 worth more than 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 should I music that constantly disrespects me?
And make you dismissive of the of those who get left
With the charge of repping it
When free online or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to the radio dial
You wonder why you don't hear no on the air
And it's clear that sales going down
Down by law then you the raw
On a message board and you off
These niggas get the world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be sounding
Rhyming is a
The assembly line rap is designed by the enemy
Stop giving your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, shit rap
Running through you fast food; Big Mac's
You don't want no problems, fix
All the time that you spent listening to that
Now you ain't never gon' get

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