Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

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

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

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

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

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin'
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in
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 that all men are equal but then it's
When they beat us and us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's
I'd drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a hand, they made us sell this land

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

My is cold 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
a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was

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

I'm proud I'm able to lift from the bowels of the
I found me a little inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' tears to
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I it
There's my life, you it, fuck 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 come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
Turnin' they on the side of the curb to see who runs

They the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable to break laws
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 you supposed to do?
I never let the faggot the trig first
It won't be no American flag over my
What's worse, you know they disperse for
So take caution in the streets cause our sucks

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

He the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with
Life to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people act more like animals than mammals high off enamel

what 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 knew, they killed him eatin' 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 back on
It's on the Ave, tryin' to take my life from the past

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

In a race to racism replace the in em
Bad ones, want to lives and discriminate
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 with a n Decker
And speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz me

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