Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Is

Ice]
Hey yo
When you look at me and my brothers your first impression
Does the sight of us leave you or do you understand the stressin
The aggression, the of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed his graces
You see embraces, fall on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell lingers
External blingers is all we can be on the inside we been given nothin to shine on
And a record harder to get than coke, so my niggaz get they grind on
Cause the TV us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
But see that takes paper we don't have so, niggaz put they souls up as collateral
Now, some niggaz reclaim 'em, some 'em, make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga from not doin to doin, what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga? Shit I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these skills
See America makes you an opportunist, and at the same time institutionalize you
So the that niggaz get, big record deals
big money and go to jail surprise you
what lies do, you see most of these guys
do have raw just an infinitile education
So the business feed you all the and ecstasy
and a little bit of paper to some pacification
from all the bullshit frustration they you
they corrupt your perception of what the real is
See they takin all our businessmen, and givin 'em the of drug dealers
all our messengers, made 'em rappers
just flappin they afraid to admit their treason
Took all our soldiers for the cause, 'em killers for no reason
And bein fucked up, that's in this season
So, if you're negative you're positive, and if you're positive you're called a
But I maintain control of my soul cause I it gets greater later
And I told y'all the last show shit, a nigga no hater, I just know what the is
Been intertwined in puddin for 'bout a year now so I know where the proof is
See, it lines these Manhattan skyscrapers
where former hustlers like sign papers
and pull off fucked capers like, 16 infamous stars of the
got us choppin and, baggin and
servin that to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
The is undetectable by the feds
cause in heads of our is where the track is
And music is it's straight to the soul
so it's more addictive than crack is
Now, the is just an illusion all lies and confusion
But to feel that rush once, my young bucks'll go through it
So in essence, they floodin the streets with the thugs, drugs and the killing
They just usin these record to do it
our hearts off demos, puttin us in limos
tryin to up divine direction
But, young black men have been trained to money
and pussy, so we victim to our own erection
And begin to convince ourselves we're on our way where we're not goin
But ignorance is bliss and niggaz love this so, take pride in not knowin
We not growin, nigga I give a how slick you flowin
if you ain't showin nuttin to these or addin nuttin positive to the earth
Black Ice destined to touch the world ever since I was born
To be real, fuck a record deal, God gives me I'm worth
"Soul Survivor" {*echoes*}