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, 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 thought about

The saga begins, I'm a reflection of the within
The ghetto I in, niggas moms on crack, pops just disappeared
The first you get locked up, who really cares?
I see a little nosed with his sneakers on backwards
Sleepin' on a when I go to make 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 friends first bids are two to
Others are on the run huge rewards
watch son's walk through the door
For the last time they go view at the morgue
Life is deep, we all tryin' to eat
Rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the

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

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

by police intrusions
Or illusions we were consumed with
I've even grown away people I grew with
I we cool, but I don't need to bullshit
My could switch easily from smooth to ruthless
We ain't the same so mind games are useless
change, like 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 chosen
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 no more
at my life

Live I rep for, deceased, I pour moet for
Those incarcerated, my heart is y'all
I know at times it gets behind penetentiary bars
once free you realize you're mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to correctional
for your future to the best of your ability
Prosper, otherwise been 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 that won't stop for black males
Undercovers givin' younger brothers bad
clap, dogs crap in the grass here
You love to the story son, the saga began here
MC's are fictitious yet actual facts here
Like the Bible said had napped hair'

at my life, you see white coke and black roses
And tears shed for passed
We all the path 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
Look at my