Luyện nghe bài hát The Truth

Pharoahe 1:

Yo
Truth had me up the ropes
and semi-conscious no boxing skills
Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow minoxodil
Watchin the clock is ill when, faced wit the
Parallels observing, amateur tapes of
Twenty-one top notch cops get ill
they minds not to kill still son, never revealed
True feelings, we speakin on the truth right now in itself is
See The Creator, created and balance
At angles, unless it was conceived and stated
So whoever stray away from right lives wrong
The of the word false opposite of truth off course
Sure as my slave name
Donald Jamerson paves the path, enabling truth
To stay stable and to EARTH!
Sorta to the way static electricity sting see
Truth light, light refracts off the mirror
Visions of yourself and could never clearer
The truth is that you ugly, not on the
But in the on the outside you frontin you lovely
The discovery of these and all are well-hidden
But when you in denial of it is forbidden, that's the truth

(*In due time, we find*)

2:

Let the truth be from young souls that become old
From spent in the jungle, where must one go
To find it, is real, we can't rewind it
Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? did
We find kids speakin 'cause it's in us
But the false prophets by tellin us we sinners
Venders of hate, got me my own mind state
At a divine rate, I in this just to rhyme great
See the truth in the of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga
If it's only one, why should it differ
So I seek it
Wonderin why I drink a six pack to speak it
Took a picture of the truth and to develop it
Had proof, it was only by the intelligent
the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live
Said I got to get than I'm given
'cause never be heard in religion
After searchin the world, on the what was hidden
It was the

(*Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth,
In due time, we find*)

Kweli-Verse 3:

Check it, on my neck I got marks from the nooses
The truth it produces, that got niggas on the run like Carl Lewis
The truth is my is the smoothest bits of saliva juices like the roots is
More than acoustics
Heavenly roll set you and kill you in the same breath
That shit you get off your chest before your death, unless
The way you speak is lighter a pamphlet
'cause the truth give the words the weight of a goddammit
I ran wit God planted in my heart and I understand it
To be the bring the light to the dark, breathe some life in art
This must be the (why?) 'cause we keep marchin on (true)
The truth lay the of what we rockin on (true)
You can't see it if you blind but we always prevail (true)
is like the open sea, the truth is the wind in our sail
And in the end, our is on the lips of dying men
If crushed in the earth, we always rise again
When the words of lying men sound lush like the sound of a
The truth is there, it's the heart you gotta find it in

(*You find*)