Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo mega man, 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 going through man, why we gotta go through life?
You know, is an interlude to death, son
You ever thought that?

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

My sleep is interrupted by 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 watch walk through the door
For the time till they go view at the morgue
Life is deep, we all just to eat
Rap's a mental narcotic, I the streets

Look at my life, you see white coke and roses
And shed for passed soldiers
We all the path chosen
From the 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 wasn't no more
at my life

Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant nowhere to live
Sleepin' in a '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 vividly as if picasso's spirit me
at the heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I realize my nigga blue is a
Of my past like greek ruins yet his seek bloomin'

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

Look at my life, you see white coke and roses
And tears shed for soldiers
We all walkin' the path
From the cradle the casket's lowered
I got the black 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
Look at my

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

Son, I sit my residence
And thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift in every
Ghetto like and crack sales
And cabs that stop for black males
Undercovers givin' younger bad stares
Fours clap, crap in the grass here
You love to hear the story son, the began here
are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
Like the Bible said 'Jesus had hair'

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