Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, time to 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' with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
all the things that I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the spot

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

The Hidden Hand even planned man
Have me hand to hand, killin' my own clan
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, kids robbin', coppin'
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles in shackles
Got the joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

Now it's been written 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, the cop's health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they us sell this land

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

My heart is cold as ice, so I I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the
Payin' a price twice as as white kids
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 rapper to with 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 little sanity inside a career and a
No more and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic 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 like
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen
But they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the beast to walk the streets heat
deep, we puff 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 in blue

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

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

He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the 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 said whose for droppin' Akmed
In the candy robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him eatin'
But hey, little kids, follow these dopes

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

Get this cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got down to negativity
if he had one love, trust for liberty
This would be a better place, get what it takes

In a race to replace the snake in em
Bad ones, want to spend lives and
I'm tryin' to keep positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, Puffy won't stop

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

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