Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
From the top, from the top, the top, from the top
From the top, from the top, the top, from the top
In a state of
Where the talent is surrounded by the 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
That we can't 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 to get that cake
never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a like that so fake
No different a snake
Nothing to give cause you always wanna take
If you ain't using all the God provided you with
Would a better minuteman understand you ain't nothing but a
Look into the of a young girl
up like a flag when it's unfurled
Got game listening to her mother's
And she love Beyonce she run the world
Her used to run this city
Way back before the nigga was Diddy
When it came to the music she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she liked to do the
And she felt that Pac was more
Plus she never to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm the gods more spiritual
She God in the
And it's only natural to for a little you
so she played the umbilical chords
So her daughter was it was a miracle
Music is the when 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 niggas 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 inspired by the writers, now 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 whores she was called today
She do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she exaggerate when she 'Rape'
But it's so much she can tolerate

[Hook: Dobson]
Help me find my way to a state of
Stir my heart, touch my
Feed me sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of
me up with your weight
Pull me to the

[Verse 2: Talib
She wanna to be the first in her family with a higher
Her entire graduation was a dire
Did a paper on the of the hip hop generation
But no longer felt a part of the
Used to be I'm a or die'' chick
B.I.G. with the ''Me And My
No objections, an object
Major label seeing a
She never been a bitch or a ho
But she used to sing along when she heard it in a
She used to be front row at the 'til she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage have stayed
But she like she really ain't belong
When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a
She erased all her from 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 heart she loved him
And the way he lusting a part of his suffering
And this young man not ready for the harder discussion
Female emcees acting more like a than a dude do, only if you knew
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
cues from the radio playing that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who

[Verse 3: Talib
In the face of
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 relate
When you wish you could switch the way that you
And your nose was smaller and your hair was
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you hate race
Let's get to the
Our sisters worth 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 I support music that constantly disrespects me?
And make you of the efforts of those who get left
the charge of repping it correctly
When free online or in a cloud
Ain't no to touch the radio dial
You wonder why you hear no sounds on the air
And it's that your sales going down
Down by law you found the raw
On a board and you sounding off
These niggas get the world, but what's the cause?
No why these niggas be sounding lost
is a memory
The assembly line rap is designed by the enemy
Stop giving them soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, shit 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 get back

[Outro: Talib
She don't it, no
She don't love it no