Luyện nghe bài hát Take It to God

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

By the sound of the track, you know who is
the teacher, philosopher of conscious rap
Rappers tired of me sayin', "Where is at?"
they know 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 beatin'
When the is, where is Chandra Levy at?

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

on cocky cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
Pardon the pause, poison pens the mental
I walk with Kris so my body's a
Body and body your squad in the body of a God

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

Mo' money, mo' money, you be it out
And on TV you see you be sellin' us out?
So in 2010, look to
Who you think they gonna respect, me or

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

Slaughtered the lambs, it to the game
Cats hip-hop's name in vain
the forefathers who came
Goddess 'em right now, like when Marvin was slain

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

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

Nope, of my flesh, blessed by KRS
Used to love her, [Incomprehensible] haven't made a date with death
Follow no man, the Ecks, professin' the student
I vibe with the teacher obliged to drop liver heaters

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

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

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

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

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

Change is come, where 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 gonna
it your change, run to God in your heart

Let God in your heart, he 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