Luyện nghe bài hát State of Grace

[Verse 1: Talib
From the top, the top, from the top, from the top
From the top, from the top, from the top, the top
In a state of
the talent is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the never safe
At the time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to be at the bottom of a lake
But the problem we face seems so
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 of a community
And got an to get that cake
never come back to the hood, no immunity
Usually a nigga like that so
No different from a
Nothing left to give you always wanna take
If you using all the talents God provided you with
Would a better understand you ain't nothing but a waste?
Look the face of a young girl
Raising up like a flag when it's
Got listening to her mother's pearls
And she love Beyonce she run the world
Her mama used to run city
Way back before the Puff was Diddy
it came to the music then she got real picky
From New York, but preferred 2Pac over
No disrespect to Ms. Wallace, but she to do the knowledge
And she felt that Pac was lyrical
she never went to college
But she called herself 'Earth' found rhythm with the more spiritual
She God in the
And only natural to pray for a little you
so she played the umbilical chords
So her daughter was it was a miracle
is the light 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"
Nowadays niggas up for the sex
Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the
reality stars that be looking so stupid
Getting in the at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's of the biters
No desire for the and the violence
That's inflicted on the 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 when she holler
But it's so much she can tolerate

[Hook: Abby
Help me find my way to a state of
my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you
Help me find my way to a state of
Lift me up your weight
me to the grace

[Verse 2: Kweli]
She to be the first in her family with a higher education
Her graduation was a dire situation
Did a paper on the state of the hip hop
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 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 would stayed
But she felt like she really ain't
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 she stuck with
You can bump it or dump it, the she trusted
Just broke her heart, so and disgusting
She not to judge him
In her heart she loved him
And the way that he lusting a part of his
And this young man clearly not ready for the harder
Female emcees acting more like a than a dude do, only if you knew
I a few who flow crazier than 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 playing that
She on D'Angelo Pandora playing that Voodoo, who knew?

[Verse 3: Kweli]
In the of hate
She'd be for a balance cause the world is challenging her to be great
I see lyrics as and shapes
Put it on tape, let her I could relate
When you you could switch the way that you look
And nose was smaller and your hair was straight
When you got no
When you hate yourself, when you your race
get to the core
Our sisters worth than grinding 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 constantly me?
And make you dismissive of the efforts of who get left
the charge of repping it correctly
When it's free or in a cloud
Ain't no reason to touch the radio
You wonder why you don't hear no on the air
And it's that your sales going down
Down by law then you the raw
On a message board and you off
These niggas get the world, but what's the cause?
No wonder why these be sounding lost
Rhyming is a
The assembly line rap niggas is designed by the
giving them your soul, gift wrap
Prepackaged, fabricated rap
Running through you like fast food; Big
You want no problems, fix that
All the time that you spent to that bullshit
Now you ain't never gon' get

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