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 the foul essence
Messin' around with the crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things that I not
I pray to God I get my out the crack spot

I mad shots, homicide come and play Mat lock
But never crack the cause 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 even planned this man
Have me hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I understand and see the big
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I you how to get richer

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

Now it's written that 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, fuck the health
I'd rather drop shelf and let off until my Glock melts
God dealt us a helpless hand, they made us sell 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 hustle all the for him
Even is in it, gettin' a percentage
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 of the dice
Payin' a price twice as expensive as white
Destined for not knowin' my existence was priceless

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

I'm I'm able to lift from the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a
No wars and renderin' tears to insanity
So keep the salary and the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't it

I'm a Dominican, in New York like Filligan
Don't wanna get locked up in the pen
But here they come, the faggots and cuffs, for guns
they ride 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
Fuck the police, usin' cause to break laws
Behind the badge you try to cover up your war
I got for you boys in blue

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

dude, he had the darkest pads, who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever talkin' trash, how he stacked niggaz to
Gunshots to four police informants
Stood like he modeled the fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with
Life ain't to be gambled son, you could get
By people that act more animals than mammals high off enamel

what his poppa said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the candy store probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he became a brain dead cocaine
Older knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow these

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

Get legal cash, without dad
sad how he got dragged down to negativity
Only if he had one love, for liberty
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 tryin' to this 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 shorties on the block, to twist 40 tops
Get your act together, do some carpentry with a Black n
And speedin' like a Kawasaki
From my life, to life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz watch me

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