Luyện nghe bài hát The 6th Sense

The revolution will not be
The is here
Yeah, it's Common Sense, DJ Premier
We gonna y'all see clear
It's hip-hop music, from the soul, y'all
Yeah, it, yo

The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier
It's unseen or heard, a king with
Can't knock the hustle, but seen street dreams deferred
spots in my mind where the scene occured
Some say I'm too deep, I'm in too deep to
Through me, will forever speak
Greet brothers with in ghetto landscapes
a man is determined by how much a man make
Cop Cognacs and old raps with young cats
cigarettes in their ear, niggerish they appear
Under the Fubu is a guru, untapped
to be in the rap race but ain't ran one lap
Ran so far from the streets that you come back
You tripping with nowhere to unpack, that

Chorus: (Scratched by DJ Premier variations):

"This is rap for real, you feel"
"And you know, yes you know"
"Rap for the people"
"Heeeeyyyy, heeeeeyyyy"

In front of two-inch glass and Arabs I fries
Inspiration I write, I see my daughter's eyes
I'm the truth, across the table corporate lies
by the realness I bring to it
If revolution had a I'd be theme music
My music, you fight, fuck, or dream to it
My life is one big rhyme, I try to through it
Through my shell, never what the divine would bring to it
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want
More than money saved, I wanna save
Dealing alcoholism and afrocentricity
A man drawn off of simplicity
is frisking me
This industry make you lose intensity
The Common Sense in me the basement
I'm in this hip-hop Matrix, exposing fake shit

Somedays I take the L to gel with the real
Got on at 87th, stopped by this girl
She recited raps, I forgot they was from
In 'em, she was saying how she brothers cum
I start thinking, how many souls has affected
How many dead this art resurrected
How many nations this culture
Who am I to judge perspective?
some of that shit y'all pop true it, I ain't relating
If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't that I'm hating
I just want to and stimulate minds
Travel the world and penetrate the
Escape rhythms in search of peace and wisdom
Raps are smoke signals the streets know I'm with 'em
For now I this moment in time
Ball players and be knowing my rhymes, it's like

til fade