Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

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

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

The Hidden even planned this man
Have me hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I and see the big picture
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 locked in
Got the joggin' at you, spittin' rounds 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 us as if we're different people
We go for delf, fuck the cop's
I'd drop shelf and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God us a helpless hand, they made us sell this land

So the man could build a selfish plan
You we can't trust the government, cause Uncle Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the 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 life, is one big roll of the dice
Payin' a price as expensive as white kids
for Riker's not knowin' my existence was priceless

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

I'm proud I'm able to 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 the salary and tear the mic 'cause I love it
There's my life, you judge it, fuck it Seis, I don't it

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

They authorize the beast to walk the streets heat
Four deep, we 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 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 over my
worse, you know they disperse for bucks
So take in the streets cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the pads, who dressed up in the heart of brash
Forever trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to four police 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 dunga dun laced with
ain't to be gambled son, you could get trampled
By people that act more like animals than high off enamel

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

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

Get legal cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to
Only if he had one love, trust for
This world would be a better place, get it takes

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

I'm now, with 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 watch me

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