Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, time to the youth
(Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't, who will?
(True)
Terror style, yo
(Speak on it God)

Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed the foul essence
Messin' around with the crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the spot

I mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock
But never crack the case cause the a bad cop
You feel me fam? The got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Man up in Washington

The Hidden Hand planned this man
Have me goin' to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I teach you how to get

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin'
tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the of Rights is counterfeit

Now it's been written all men are equal but then it's legal
When they beat us and us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell land

So the palest man could build a selfish
You know we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is
Drugs for us to all the stuff for him
McGruff is in it, gettin' a percentage
Takin' advantage, punishin' blacks and Hispanics

My heart is cold as ice, so I I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the
Payin' a price twice as as white kids
Destined for not knowin' my existence was priceless

like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em
Like hyphens, any rapper to clash with the Titan
The writing's like fighting 'cause be biting like Tyson
I'm hypein' the crowd, keepin' 'em loud like my

I'm proud I'm able to lift from the of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a and a family
No wars and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like
Don't get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for
Turnin' they on the side of the curb to see who runs

authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break
Behind the badge you try to cover up your war
I got somethin' for you boys in

The system poisoned you, blew your cover, now what you to do?
I never let the pull the trig first
It won't be no American over my hearse
What's worse, you know disperse for bucks
So caution in the streets cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked to almanac
Gunshots to corner four police
Stood like he modeled the fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised the of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun with toothpaste
Life ain't to be son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals off enamel

That's what his said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the candy store robbery probably to get his fed
He listen, he became a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him bagualitos
But hey, kids, don't follow these dopes

What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig
They me Prospect, I just came back from?
Had this on pause, now I'm back on course
lost on the Ave, tryin' to take my life from the past

Get legal cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to
Only if he had one love, trust for
world would be a better place, get what it takes

In a to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and
I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe, and that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't

I'm mature now, with one knot, tryin' to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin' to 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry a Black n Decker
And speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody watch me

Everything we speak is the
From to Munroe, here in a hot second
The world run know, everything we speak is the truth
Squad