Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Is

[Black
Hey yo
When you look at me and my brothers what's your first
Does the sight of us leave you guessin or do you the stressin
The aggression, the of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall short on the tips of street entrepeneur fingers
Still stuck in the walls of the project halls where the coke smell lingers
blingers is all we can be cause on the inside we been given nothin to shine on
And a record deal's to get than coke, so my niggaz get they grind on
Cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga, all goals lateral
But see that takes paper that we 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 goes not doin to doin, what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga? I gots to be a nigga, that's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or these rhyme skills
See America makes you an opportunist, and at the time they institutionalize you
So the that niggaz get, big record deals
big and go to jail shouldn't surprise you
what lies do, you see most of these guys
do have raw talent just an infinitile
So the business you all the weed and ecstasy
and a little bit of to provide some pacification
all the bullshit frustration they serve you
Meanwhile they corrupt perception of what the real is
See they takin all our businessmen, and 'em the mindsets of drug dealers
all our messengers, made 'em rappers
just flappin they jaws afraid to admit treason
Took all our for the cause, made 'em killers for no reason
And bein fucked up, well in this season
So, if negative you're positive, and if you're positive you're called a hater
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 know what the truth is
Been intertwined in this puddin for 'bout a year now so I where the proof is
See, it lines these Manhattan skyscrapers
where former hustlers like myself papers
and pull off fucked capers like, 16 infamous of the time
They got us and, baggin and
that shit to niggaz 16 bars at a time now
The crime is by the feds
in heads of our kids is where the track is
And is potent it's straight to the soul
so it's much more than crack is
Now, the is just an illusion all lies and confusion
But to feel that rush just once, my young go through it
So in essence, they still floodin the streets the thugs, drugs and the killing
They just usin these record to do it
Takin our hearts off demos, us in limos
tryin to fuck up direction
But, black men have been trained to chase money
and pussy, so we fall victim to our own
And to convince ourselves we're on our way somewhere where we're not goin
But ignorance is and niggaz love this so, niggaz take pride in not knowin
We not growin, nigga I give a fuck how slick you
if you ain't showin nuttin to these kids or nuttin positive to the earth
Black Ice been destined to touch the world ever since I was
To be real, fuck a record deal, God me what I'm worth
"Soul Survivor" {*echoes*}