Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Kweli]
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 pain and the
So the selling never
At the time snitching to the Jake
Is the way to be found at the bottom of a lake
But the problem we seems so great
That we escape so we accept our fate
So the sex and the and the murder and the pictures we paint
If an artist is a part of a
And got an opportunity to get cake
Would come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like so fake
No different a snake
Nothing left to give cause you always wanna
If you ain't all the talents God provided you with
Would a better minuteman understand you ain't but a waste?
into the face of a young girl
Raising up a flag when it's unfurled
Got listening to her mother's pearls
And she love Beyonce cause she run the
Her mama to run this city
Way back before the nigga Puff was
When it to the music then 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 natural to pray for a little you
Musical so she the umbilical chords
So her was born it was a miracle
Music is the when 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"
niggas turn up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the
Ratchet reality stars that be looking so
Getting in the at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now tired of the biters
No for the lying and the violence
That's inflicted on the in a so-called party environment
Her body is
Lost of how many whores she was called today
She do it no more, lost all her faith
They say she exaggerate she holler 'Rape'
But only so much she can tolerate

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

[Verse 2: Kweli]
She to be the first in her family with a higher education
Her entire graduation was a dire
Did a paper on the of the hip hop generation
But no felt a part of the conversation
Used to be I'm a ''ride or die''
B.I.G. the ''Me And My Bitch''
No objections, an object
Major label seeing a
She ain't never been a or a ho
But she used to along when she heard it in a song
She used to be front row at the shows she overdosed on the testosterone
Her favorite rapper invited her backstage would have
But she felt like she ain't belong
she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a bitch
She all her songs from the phone
You are who you fuck with, so the guy she stuck with
You can bump it or dump it, the artist she
Just 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 this young man clearly not for the harder discussion
Female emcees acting more like a dude than a dude do, if you knew
I know a few who flow crazier if you flew over the nest of the cuckoo
But she never gonna hear them in the mix so the new
Taking cues from the radio that doodoo
She on D'Angelo Pandora station playing that Voodoo, who

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
She'd be lucky for a balance cause the is challenging her to be great
I see as colors and shapes
Put it on tape, let her know I could
When you you could switch the way that you look
And nose was smaller and your hair was straight
you got no faith
When you hate yourself, when you hate your
Let's get to the
Our sisters worth more than on the wall half-naked
She a bitch, she a
And you and you shit on the poor
In all of records 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
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 you found the raw
On a message and you sounding off
These niggas get the world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these niggas be lost
Rhyming is a
The assembly rap niggas is designed by the enemy
giving them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
Running through you like fast Big Mac's
You don't want no problems, fix
All the time that you spent listening to that
Now you ain't never gon' get

[Outro: Kweli]
She love it, no
She love it no more