Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
From the top, from the top, from the top, the top
the top, from the top, from the top, from the top
In a state of
Where the talent is by the pain and the violence
So the selling safe
At the time 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 murder and the pictures we
If an artist is a part of a
And got an opportunity to get that
Would never back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like so fake
No from a snake
Nothing left to give cause you wanna take
If you ain't all the talents God provided you with
Would a better minuteman understand you ain't but a waste?
Look into the face of a young
Raising up like a flag it's unfurled
Got listening to her mother's pearls
And she Beyonce cause she run the world
Her used to run this city
Way before the nigga Puff was Diddy
When it came to the music she got real picky
From New York, but 2Pac over Biggie
No to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was lyrical
Plus she never went to
But she called herself 'Earth' found with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's natural to pray for a little you
Musical so she played the umbilical
So her was born it was a miracle
Music is the light it's dark
And the way that you your dart is a big part
She up loving 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 at reunions
She used to be by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for the lying and the
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 she holler 'Rape'
But it's only so she can tolerate

Abby Dobson]
Help me find my way to a of grace
my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom you made
Help me find my way to a of grace
Lift me up with weight
Pull me to the

2: Talib Kweli]
She wanna to be the in her family with a higher education
Her graduation was a dire situation
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 chick
B.I.G. with the And My Bitch''
No objections, an object
label seeing a profit
She never been a bitch or a ho
But she used to along when she heard it in a song
She used to be front row at the shows 'til she overdosed on the
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would have
But she like she really ain't belong
When she wouldn't let him hit, this called her a bitch
She erased all her songs from the
You are who you fuck with, so the guy that she stuck
You can bump it or it, the artist she trusted
Just her heart, so misogynistic 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 ready for the discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a 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 them in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues from the radio playing doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Talib
In the face of
be lucky for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be great
I see lyrics as colors and
Put it on tape, let her I could relate
When you wish you could switch the way you look
And your nose was smaller and hair was straight
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you your race
Let's get to the
Our sisters 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 support music that constantly me?
And make you of the efforts 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 hear no on the air
And it's clear your 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 be sounding lost
Rhyming is a
The line rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop giving your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
Running through you like fast food; Big
You don't no problems, fix that
All the time you spent listening to that bullshit
Now you ain't gon' get back

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