Luyện nghe bài hát Take It to God

Yeah, again, word up urban inspirational
KRS-One, Professor Ecks, whattup Woo
Temple of Hip-Hop, do it

By the of the track, you know who is back
It's the teacher, philosopher of rap
Rappers of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"
'Cause they they unoriginal, copycats

Watch me bump this gospel rap, wack
In fact, I tell you where the is at
TV is whack, they wanna show us Iraq
When the question is, where is Levy at?

Murdered God and left for dead like
And to Conduit like conduct to kill Ecks the dread
And Kris crucified the false
John F. to these MC's, I draw and cock it

Cock on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part,
Pardon the pause, poison pens penetrate the
I walk Kris so my body's a temple
Body instrumentals and body squad in the body of a God

Just think, think, what if Malcolm X returned
Or Dr. King returned, tell me have we learned?
As we takin' our turn, tell me what we earned?
Or is the ice and the cars our only

Mo' money, mo' money, you be it out
And on TV can't you see you be sellin' us
So in 2010, look to
Who you think they respect, me or you?

the God in the form of the man
Walkin' off water and absorbs in the sand
gets the land, divorcin' the clan, I'm off into sand
Off and I'm slayin' arms from porcelain hands

Slaughtered the lambs, charge it to the
Cats take hip-hop's name in
Disrespectin' the who came
Goddess hurt 'em right now, like Marvin was slain

They don't want it, nope, don't need it, nope
Just stay weeded and hope, I don't read you wrote
Best believe they ain't dope, they these folks
With meaningless quotes, I got my feet on thy throat

What they speak is a joke, they weak and they broke
Have a seat and notes, on the streets I'm the Pope
MTV is they hope, they repeat what they
I'm an MC that won't let them tempt me with

Nope, flesh of my flesh, by KRS
Used to love her, they haven't made a date with death
no man, enslave the Ecks, professin' the student
I vibe with the teacher to drop liver than heaters

Lyrics liable to eat us like the survivors of
Now the is the leaders, your styles is egregious
Gets now the brow beateth to underground
The game is overheated, overweeded and

Word, just a in they boat with a platinum rope
No they sellin' us out, what's happenin' loc?
Quit rappin' I won't, 'cause MC'n is dope
If I can't do it for the love then do it I

How many times we note these rappers is dope
Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin' hope
Broaden your scope, when cleaned out your
My rhyme is a new bar of deoderant soap

In this of men, mice and mimes, I holds right for the laws
Live like Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
The fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully yours
I might win 'em all, tell me, is it or it's war?

God, God, God
My God, God, our God
Is God, is God

Change is gonna come, you goin' to run, but to God?
To God, run to God, run to God, run to God, and let him in your
Change is gonna come, the change is come
Make it change, run to God in your heart

Let God in heart, he will do the part
God in heart
Take it to God, it to God God
Take it to my God, your God, it to God

it to God
it to God
Take it to Gd, it to God
Just it to God, run and take it God, take it to God