Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo man, what's 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 livin' out here, you
Things we going through man, why we 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 I live in, niggas moms on crack, pops just disappeared
The first time you get up, who really cares?
I see a little snotty with his sneakers on backwards
Sleepin' on a mattress I go to make a sale
At times I wonder, are we straight to hell?
Or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as

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

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

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

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

Look at my life, you see coke and black roses
And tears for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the path
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 lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no
at my life

Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour for
Those incarcerated, my heart is with
I know at it gets hard behind penetentiary bars
Then once free you realize you're mentally
If not physically, if subjected to correctional
for your future to the best of your ability
Prosper, otherwise you've 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 evident in every
Ghetto like graffiti and sales
And cabs won't stop for black males
givin' younger brothers bad stares
Fours clap, dogs in the grass here
You love to the story son, the saga began here
MC's are fictitious yet there's facts here
Like the Bible said 'Jesus had napped

Look at my life, you see white and black roses
And shed for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the path
From the cradle till the casket's
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 said I wasn't hustlin' no
at my life