Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Kweli]
the top, from 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 surrounded by the pain and the
So the selling safe
At the time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to be found at the of a lake
But the we face seems so great
That we can't escape so we accept our
So the sex and the money and the murder and the pictures we
If an is a part of a community
And got an opportunity to get that
Would come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like that so
No from a snake
Nothing to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the talents God provided you
Would a better minuteman understand you nothing but a waste?
into the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag it's unfurled
Got listening to her mother's pearls
And she love cause she run the world
Her mama 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 preferred 2Pac over
No to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the knowledge
And she felt Pac was more lyrical
Plus she never to college
But she called 'Earth' found rhythm with the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only natural to pray for a you
Musical so she played the chords
So her daughter was born it was a
Music is the light it's dark
And the way you spit your dart is a big part
She up loving hip hop
Now all her got is "Love & Hip Hop"
Nowadays niggas up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the
Ratchet reality that be looking so stupid
in the fights 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 in a so-called party environment
Her body is
Lost count of how many whores she was today
She won't do it no more, lost all her
They say she exaggerate when she 'Rape'
But it's only so much she can

[Hook: Abby
Help me find my way to a 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
me to the grace

[Verse 2: Talib
She to be the first 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 or die'' chick
B.I.G. with the ''Me And My
No objections, an object
Major seeing a profit
She never been a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing along when she heard it in a
She to be front row at the shows 'til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper her backstage would have stayed
But she felt like she really ain't
When she wouldn't let him hit, nigga called her a bitch
She erased all her songs from the
You are who you fuck with, so the guy she stuck with
You can bump it or it, the artist she trusted
Just broke her heart, so misogynistic and
She tried not to him
In her heart she loved him
And the way that he lusting a of his suffering
And this young man not ready for the harder discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, only if you
I know a few who flow crazier if you flew over the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear in the mix so the new attitude
Taking cues the radio playing that doodoo
She on Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
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 I could relate
When you wish you switch the way that you look
And your nose was smaller and your hair was
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you your race
get to the core
Our sisters worth more than 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 you dismissive of the efforts of those who get left
With the of repping it correctly
When it's free or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to touch the 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 message board and you off
These niggas get the whole world, but the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be lost
is a memory
The assembly rap niggas is designed by the enemy
Stop them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
through you like fast 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 it no more