Luyện nghe bài hát Take It to God

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

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

Watch me bump gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you the tracks is at
TV is whack, they wanna us beatin' Iraq
When the is, where is Chandra Levy at?

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

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

Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X
Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we
As we takin' our turn, tell me have 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 gonna respect, me or

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word, just a ride in boat with a platinum rope
No doubt they sellin' us out, 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 when these rappers is dope
Satisfied, that's why I'm renewin' your
Broaden scope, when cleaned out your mind
My rhyme is like a new bar of soap

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

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 heart
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
it to God, take it to God God
Take it to my God, God, take 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