Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo mega man, what's the son?
Yo son, up?
Yo man, I'm sittin' here zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
Yo, general for us, you know?
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 about that?

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

My is interrupted by food on the stove
Not gun shots, immune to those
Some of my first bids are two to fours
Others are on the run huge rewards
Mothers watch son's walk the door
For the last time till they go view at the
Life is deep, we all tryin' 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 the path chosen
From the till the casket's lowered
I still got the black ski to throw on
But I can get richer off the tracks I on
I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no
Look at my

ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live
Sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she got no relatives
Her friends drink brew and beef about who's sale it is
Now she's hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly as if picasso's entered 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 greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'

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

Look at my life, you see coke and black roses
And tears shed for soldiers
We all walkin' the chosen
From the cradle till the lowered
I got the black ski mask to throw on
But I can get richer off the I flow on
I'd be if I said I wasn't 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 penetentiary
Then once free you realize mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to correctional
for your future to the best of your ability
Prosper, you've been conquered
Blowin' up her mobile phone so she can you a box

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

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