Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Kweli]
From the top, from the top, the top, from the top
the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
In a state of
the talent 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 problem we face seems so
That we can't escape so we our fate
So the sex and the money and the murder and the pictures we
If an artist is a part of a
And got an opportunity to get cake
Would never come to the hood, no immunity
a nigga like that so fake
No different a snake
left to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't all the talents God provided you with
Would a minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look into the face of a young
Raising up like a when it's unfurled
Got game listening to her mother's
And she Beyonce cause she run the world
Her mama to run this city
Way back before the Puff was Diddy
When it came to the then 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 found rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only to pray for a little you
Musical so she played the chords
So her daughter was it was a miracle
Music is the light it's 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 turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never up for the movement
reality stars that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at
She to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for the and the violence
inflicted on the body in a so-called party environment
Her body is
Lost count of how whores she was called today
She won't do it no more, lost all her
They say she exaggerate when she holler
But only so much she can tolerate

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

[Verse 2: Talib
She wanna to be the first in her family with a higher
Her entire was a dire situation
Did a on the state of the hip hop generation
But no longer felt a of the conversation
to be I'm a ''ride or die'' chick
B.I.G. the ''Me And My Bitch''
No objections, an object
Major seeing a profit
She ain't been a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing when she heard 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 have
But she felt she really ain't belong
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 bump it or it, the artist she trusted
Just her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting
She not to judge him
In her she still loved him
And the way he lusting a part of his suffering
And this young man clearly not ready for the discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, if you knew
I know a few who crazier 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 that
She on D'Angelo Pandora station that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
She'd be lucky for a balance the world is challenging her to be great
I see lyrics as colors and
Put it on tape, let her know I could
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 hate yourself, you hate your race
Let's get to the
Our sisters worth more than grinding on the wall
She a bitch, she a
And you rich and you shit on the
In all of your and ask 'em to buy it
Why should I support music that disrespects me?
And make you dismissive of the of those who get left
With the charge of repping it
it's free online or in a cloud
Ain't no to touch the radio dial
You why you don't 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 niggas be sounding
is a memory
The line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving them your soul, gift
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
Running through you like food; Big Mac's
You want no problems, fix that
All the time that you spent to that bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get

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