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 essence
around with 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, come and play Mat lock
But never the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan a Million Man up in Washington

The Hand even planned this 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 rotten apple, robbin', coppin' capsules
Rockin' tattoos, with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they 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 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 melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us this land

So the palest man could build a plan
You know we can't the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the for him
McGruff 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 twice as expensive as white kids
for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless

It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I stripes
the nicest in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash with the
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be biting like
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 sanity inside a career and a family
No more wars and renderin' tears to
So the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I want it

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

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

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

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

He raised the pull of grace, a razor his face
calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get
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 to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a brain cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't these dopes

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

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

In a to racism replace the snake in em
Bad ones, to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin' to keep this positive vibe, and that
I generate to the top, like Puffy stop

I'm mature now, with one knot, from 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 stop like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody watch me

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