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, of conscious rap
tired of me sayin', "Where hip-hop is at?"
'Cause they they unoriginal, copycats

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

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

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

Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X
Or Dr. King returned, me what 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 can't you see you be sellin' us
So in 2010, to 2002
Who you think they respect, me or you?

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

the lambs, charge it to the game
Cats take name in vain
the forefathers who came
Goddess hurt 'em now, like when Marvin was slain

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

What they speak is a joke, they really weak and 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 tempt me with coke

Nope, flesh of my flesh, by KRS
Used to love her, they [Incomprehensible] made a date with death
no man, enslave the Ecks, professin' the student
I with the teacher obliged to drop liver than heaters

liable to eat us like the survivors of Jesus
Now the blind is the leaders, your styles is
now the brow beateth to underground emceeth
The game is overheated, overweeded and

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

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

In this land of men, mice and mimes, I holds right for the
Live life Christ, makin' bread from mics and applause
The snakes fight with Tyson like jaws for what's rightfully
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, where you 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
Take it to God, it to God God
it to my God, your God, take it to God

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