Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, to educate 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 the foul essence
Messin' around with the wrong crowd, I my lesson
Stressin' all the that I have not
I to God I get my uncle out the crack spot

I hear mad shots, homicide come and Mat lock
But never 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 even planned this man
Have me goin' 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, with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, down wit it
New clowns'll make you feel as if the of Rights is counterfeit

Now been written that all men are equal but then it's legal
they beat us and treat 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 Glock
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us this land

So the man could build a selfish plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to all the stuff for him
McGruff 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
no one liked, my whole life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white
Destined for Riker's not my existence was priceless

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

I'm proud I'm able to from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a and a family
No wars and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York 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

authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break
Behind the badge you try to cover up racial 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 pull the trig
It won't be no flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know they 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
to corner four police informants
Stood he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised the of grace, a razor blew his face
calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with toothpaste
Life ain't to be son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than 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 became a brain cocaine head
Older knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow these

What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig
They call me Prospect, I just came back
Had this track on pause, now I'm on course
It's lost on the Ave, tryin' to 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 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 this positive vibe, and that
I generate to the top, Puffy won't stop

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

Everything we speak is the
Prospect to Munroe, here in a hot second
The whole world run know, we speak is the truth
Terror