Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

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

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

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

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

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

by police intrusions
Or street we were consumed with
I've grown away from people I grew with
I mean we cool, but I don't need to
My mood could 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 white coke and black
And tears for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the path
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
Look at my

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

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

at my life, you see white coke and black roses
And tears shed for 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 off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I I wasn't hustlin' no more
at my life