Luyện nghe bài hát Stick to Your Vision

Yo brothers ain't seen I seen in this game son
Been in this game a long long long
Yo nine
strivin' though
It's the visine baby the visine
Yo

I build with Rastafarians God bodies
F o y Muslims T.O. to Brooklyn
nights in Bedsty blazin' trees out in Cali
With brothers from frat sippin' henny mad
Got rap title to Maracitles
Met Quincy in eighty nine, that's my idol
Chicks from nationality, showin' hospitality
Listen, check my
Grabbin' me, showin' mad love in the
Performed for and politicians
Even shows with the greatest emcees of all time
I was the one who used to say (eighty is mine)
I've seen alot of valleys, I've seen alot of
I've seen the bitter with the sweet, and defeat
Son, to your vision, peep the composition
Sometimes I fell, but a kept saying

(these eyes) seen of shame in the game
(these eyes) alot of pain with the fame
(these eyes) alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life goes
(these eyes) my name written in lights
(these eyes) I seen alot of things in my
(these eyes) seen alot of highs and lows, but that's just the way life

I grab the microphone, like the priest a roseary
Johova be shinin' when are over me
So I recelect, Kid Capri
On BLS played my joint when I protect ya neck
Back in two, but let's go back to eighty eight
Flemington, Don Mills and
Makin' beats with S and gellin'
Next year changed the scenery, gave birth to your
Remember when you wasn't feelin' me
Toa, and Public Enemy
Much gave me love, you niggas had to me
Couldn't stand to see a shine
I seen alot of valleys, I alot of peaks
I the bitter with the sweet, victory and defeat
Player haters always workin'
Sometimes I fell, but a voice sayin'
Son, stick to vision, peep the composition

Your fantasize, fuck the rappin', it happen
Yo, people used to say Wes, wake up, stop
I my dues, brothers seen me sacrafice
Mr. Maes' got the iller track, I did a sixty
Another song in the key of
I figured that if I stayed focus, when situations hopeless
Seen God in the mirror, black
I want my lyrics written out like
I'm elevatin', breakin' the of satan
So I'm gone, the parable will carry on
To show the rap how the industry slept
Young cats can sitback, puff tron, cool out, and along
I seen alot of valleys, I alot of peaks
I seen the bitter the sweet, victory and defeat
Sometimes I fell, but a kept sayin'
Son, stick to your vision, to your vision
I seen the bitter the sweet, victory and defeat
I seen alot of valleys, I seen alot of
Sometimes I fell, but a kept sayin'
Son, to your vision, out