Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo man, what's the deal son?
Yo son, up?
Yo man, I'm just sittin' here out, thinkin' about how life is
Yo, life's general for us, you
How we out here, you know?
Things we going through man, why we go through this life?
You know, life is an 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, just disappeared
The first time you get locked up, who really
I see a snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards
Sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a
At times I wonder, are we goin' straight to
Or does God realize we're to make it as well

My sleep is interrupted by on the stove
Not gun shots, immune to those
of my friends first bids are two to fours
Others are on the run with huge
Mothers watch son's walk the door
For the last till they go view at the morgue
Life is deep, we all tryin' to eat
Rap's a narcotic, I supply the streets

Look at my life, you see coke and black 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 tracks I on
I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
at my life

Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with 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 a picture vividly as if picasso's spirit entered me
Starin' at the heavens, secluded in a jeep
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I my nigga blue is a reminder
Of my past like ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'

Uneffected by police
Or street illusions we consumed with
I've 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 built the same so mind games are
Times change, like the 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 path
From the 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 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 behind penetentiary
Then once you realize you're mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to facilities
Prepare for your future to the best of ability
Prosper, otherwise you've been
Blowin' up her mobile phone so she can you a box

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

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