Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

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

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

My sleep is interrupted by on the stove
Not gun shots, we're immune to
Some of my friends first are two to fours
Others are on the run huge rewards
Mothers son's walk through the door
For the last time till go view at the morgue
Life is deep, we all just to eat
a mental narcotic, I supply the streets

Look at my life, you see white coke and roses
And shed for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the chosen
From the cradle till the casket's
I still got the black ski 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

Life ain't fair, pregnant with nowhere to live
Sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she got no relatives
Her friends wanna brew and beef about who's sale it is
Now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the scent
I a picture vividly as if picasso's spirit entered me
at the heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I realize my nigga is a reminder
Of my past like ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'

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

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

Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I moet for
Those incarcerated, my heart is y'all
I know at it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
Then once you realize you're mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to correctional
Prepare for your to the best of your ability
Prosper, otherwise you've been
Blowin' up her mobile phone so she can you a box

Son, I sit my residence
And thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in
Ghetto graffiti and crack sales
And cabs that won't stop for males
givin' younger brothers bad stares
Fours clap, dogs in the grass here
You love to hear the son, the saga began here
MC's are fictitious yet there's actual facts
Like the Bible said 'Jesus had napped

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