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' around with the crowd, I learned 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 play Mat
But crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me The devil's got a plan
That's why formed 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' the struggle, I teach you how to get richer

Shit is a in this rotten apple, kids robbin', coppin' capsules
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in
Got the cops joggin' at you, spittin' of clips, they down wit it
New clowns'll make you 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 treat us as if different people
We go for delf, fuck the health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off shots until my melts
'Cause God dealt us a helpless hand, made us sell this land

So the palest man could build a plan
You we can't trust 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 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
a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for not knowin' my existence was priceless

It's like this, my was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any to clash 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 lift from the of the ghetto
I found me a little inside a career and a family
No more and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and 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 like
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for
Turnin' ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the to walk the streets holdin' heat
Four deep, we production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable to break laws
the badge 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 over my hearse
worse, you know 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 the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He the pull of grace, a razor blew his face
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced toothpaste
Life ain't to be 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 store robbery to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a brain dead cocaine
Older Mexicans knew, they killed him bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow these

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

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

In a race to racism the snake in em
Bad ones, to spend lives and discriminate
I'm tryin' to keep positive vibe, and from that
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 twist 40
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 Twinz me

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