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 and the violence
So the never safe
At the same time to the Jake
Is the quickest way to be found at the of a lake
But the problem we face seems so
we can't escape so we accept our fate
So the sex and the and the murder and the pictures we paint
If an is a part of a community
And got an opportunity to get cake
Would come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like so fake
No from a snake
Nothing left to give cause you always take
If you ain't all the talents God provided you with
Would a better minuteman you ain't nothing but a waste?
into the face of a young girl
Raising up like a when it's unfurled
Got game to her mother's pearls
And she Beyonce cause she run the world
Her mama used to run this
Way back before the nigga Puff was
When it came to the music then she got picky
From New York, but 2Pac over Biggie
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was more
she never went to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods more
She God in the
And it's 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 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 up for the money, never turn up for the movement
Ratchet reality 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 lying and the
That's 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 she holler 'Rape'
But it's only so she can tolerate

Abby Dobson]
Help me my way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you
Help me my way to a state of grace
Lift me up your weight
me to the grace

[Verse 2: Kweli]
She wanna to be the first in her family a higher education
Her graduation was a dire situation
Did a on the state of the hip hop generation
But no felt a part of the conversation
Used to be I'm a ''ride or chick
B.I.G. with the And My Bitch''
No objections, being an
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 front row at the shows 'til she on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would stayed
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 dump it, the artist she
broke her heart, so misogynistic and disgusting
She tried not to him
In her heart she loved him
And the way that he lusting a of his suffering
And young man clearly not ready for the harder discussion
Female emcees acting more a dude than a dude do, only if you knew
I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
She'd be lucky for a balance cause the world is her to be great
I see lyrics as colors and
Put it on tape, let her know I relate
When you wish you could switch the way that you
And your nose was and your hair was straight
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you hate race
get to the core
Our sisters more than grinding on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a
And you rich and you shit on the
In all of records and ask 'em to buy it
Why should I support 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
no reason to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you hear no sounds on the air
And it's clear that your going down
Down by law you found the raw
On a message board and you off
These niggas get the whole world, but what's the
No wonder why these niggas be sounding
is a memory
The assembly rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, shit rap
Running through you fast food; Big Mac's
You want no problems, fix that
All the that you spent listening to that bullshit
Now you ain't never get back

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