Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, to educate 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 the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things I have not
I pray to God I get my out the crack spot

I hear mad shots, homicide come and play Mat
But never crack the case the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me The devil's got a plan
That's why formed a Million Man up in Washington

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

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin'
Rockin' tattoos, 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 Bill of is counterfeit

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

So the man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the for him
Even McGruff is in it, a percentage
Takin' advantage, just 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 roll of the
a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was

It's like this, my was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the crisis I 'em in half and make 'em dash
hyphens, invitin' 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 from the bowels of the ghetto
I me a little sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' to insanity
So keep the salary and the mic 'cause I love it
my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

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

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

The system poisoned you, your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I let the faggot pull the trig first
It won't be no American over my hearse
What's worse, you know they for bucks
So take caution in the streets our protection sucks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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