Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo mega man, what's the deal
Yo son, up?
Yo man, I'm just sittin' zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
Yo, general for us, you know?
How we livin' out here, you
Things we going through man, why we gotta go through this
You know, life is an to death, son
You ever thought about

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

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

Look at my life, you see white and black roses
And shed for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the path
From the till the casket's lowered
I still got the ski mask 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
Look at my

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

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

Look at my life, you see coke and black roses
And tears shed for passed
We all the path chosen
From the cradle till the casket's
I got the black ski mask to throw on
But I can get off the tracks I flow on
I'd be lyin' if I said I hustlin' no more
Look at my

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

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

Look at my life, you see white and black roses
And tears for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the path
From the cradle till the lowered
I still got the black ski 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
at my life