Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

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

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

I hear mad shots, homicide and play Mat lock
But crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York like
wanna get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for
they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

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

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

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who dressed up in the heart of
Forever trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner four informants
like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

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

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

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

Get this legal cash, dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged to negativity
Only if he had one love, for liberty
world would be a better place, get what it takes

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

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

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