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

Watch me bump this gospel rap, never
In fact, I you where the tracks is at
TV is whack, they wanna show us Iraq
the question is, where is Chandra Levy at?

Murdered God and left for like hip-hop
And admit to Conduit like to kill Ecks the dread
And crucified the false prophet
F. Kennedy to these MC's, I draw and cock it

Cock on cops for the love of the art, punish the part, partition
Pardon the pause, pens penetrate the mental
I walk with Kris so my body's a
Body instrumentals and body your squad in the 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 have we
Or is the ice and the cars our only

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 they gonna respect, me or you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In this land of men, mice and mimes, I right for the laws
Live life like Christ, makin' bread from and applause
The snakes fight with Tyson like 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 is gonna come
Make it your change, run to God in your

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

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