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 adolescent, blessed with the foul essence
Messin' with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things I have not
I to God I get my uncle out the crack spot

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

The Hidden Hand even 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 apple, kids robbin', coppin' capsules
Rockin' tattoos, boppin' with ankles in shackles
Got the joggin' at you, spittin' rounds of clips, they down wit it
New make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

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

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

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

It's like this, my soul was lifeless, I stripes
Fightin' the nicest in the I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, any rapper to clash with the Titan
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be like Tyson
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 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, fuck it Seis, I want it

I'm a Dominican, in New York like Filligan
wanna get locked up in the pen again
But they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They the beast to walk the streets holdin' heat
deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my steez
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to laws
the badge you try to cover up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in

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 know disperse for bucks
So take caution in the cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the pads, who dressed up in the heart of brash
talkin' trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to corner police informants
like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

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

That's what his poppa said whose locked for Akmed
In the store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he a brain dead cocaine head
Older Mexicans knew, killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't these dopes

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

Get this cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged to negativity
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, want to lives and discriminate
I'm to keep this positive vibe, and from that
I to the top, like Puffy won't 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 a Black n Decker
And stop like a Kawasaki
From my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz me

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