Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, time to 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 with the essence
Messin' 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, homicide come and Mat lock
But crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You me fam? The devil's got a plan
why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington

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

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

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

So the palest man could build a 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
advantage, punishin' just blacks and Hispanics

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

like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any to clash with the Titan
The writing's fighting '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 found me a sanity inside a career and a family
No more and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, it Seis, I don't want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York Filligan
Don't get locked up in the pen again
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, for guns
Turnin' they on the side 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
the police, usin' probable cause to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your war
I got somethin' for you in blue

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

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who up in the heart of brash
Forever trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
to corner four police informants
Stood like he modeled the latest fashions, sideshow 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 to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people act more like animals than mammals high off enamel

That's what his poppa said locked for droppin' Akmed
In the store robbery 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 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 cash, without dad
sad how he got dragged 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 spend lives and
I'm to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, Puffy won't stop

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

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