Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo man, what's the deal son?
Yo son, up?
Yo man, I'm just sittin' here zonin' out, thinkin' about how is
Yo, life's general for us, you
How we out here, you know?
Things we through man, why we gotta go through this life?
You know, is an interlude to death, son
You ever thought that?

The begins, I'm a reflection of the drama within
The ghetto I live in, niggas moms on crack, pops disappeared
The time you get locked up, who really cares?
I see a snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
on a mattress when I go to make a sale
At times I wonder, are we goin' to hell?
Or does God realize we're tryin' to it as well

My is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gun shots, we're to those
Some of my friends first bids are two to
are on the run with huge rewards
Mothers son's walk through the door
For the time till they go view at the morgue
is deep, we all just tryin' to eat
Rap's a narcotic, I supply the streets

Look at my life, you see white and black roses
And tears shed for soldiers
We all walkin' the path
the cradle till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to on
But I can get off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I hustlin' no more
Look at my

Life ain't fair, shorty with nowhere to live
in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives
Her friends wanna drink brew and beef who's sale it is
Now she's hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture as if picasso's spirit entered me
Starin' at the heavens, in a tinted jeep
I'm of hearin' eulogies, I realize my nigga blue is a reminder
Of my past greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'

Uneffected by police
Or illusions we were consumed with
even grown away from people I grew with
I mean we cool, but I don't to bullshit
My mood could switch easily from smooth to
We ain't the same so mind games are useless
Times change, like the climate I
the forecast, I reign

Look at my life, you see coke and black roses
And tears shed for soldiers
We all walkin' the path
From the cradle the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski mask to on
But I can get richer off the I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I hustlin' no more
at my life

Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I moet for
incarcerated, my heart is with y'all
I know at times it gets hard behind bars
once free you realize you're mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to facilities
Prepare for your future to the of your ability
Prosper, otherwise been conquered
Blowin' up her phone so she can send you a box

Son, I sit inside my
And thank God I'm blessed with this poetical evident in every
Ghetto like and crack sales
And that won't stop for black males
Undercovers givin' brothers bad stares
clap, dogs crap in the grass here
You to hear the story son, the saga began here
MC's are fictitious yet there's actual here
Like the said 'Jesus had napped hair'

Look at my life, you see white coke and black
And tears shed for soldiers
We all walkin' the chosen
the cradle till the casket's lowered
I still got the ski mask to throw on
But I can get richer off the I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't no more
at my life