Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

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

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

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

The Hidden Hand even planned man
Have me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own
But now I and see the big picture
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I 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, rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

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

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

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

I'm proud I'm to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' to insanity
So the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

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

They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin'
deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, probable cause to break laws
the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got for you boys in blue

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

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

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

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

Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig that
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 to negativity
if he had one love, trust for liberty
This world 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 from
I generate to the top, like Puffy stop

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

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