Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come
Never forget it, that Bay Area mayne
Yeah, Game, spit that shit

Hey yo, the kid at it, woke up from that coma
hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, still put in the bag
And still got dope, under the

It was hustle rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I through it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a ride
Bear with me, I'ma you there with me
you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While souls still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, hood's anthem

Where goes to church and prayers are never answered
And they throwin' us balls but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball fiends and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, fathers, no families
Lost and runaway or live with grandparents
Life with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, when time is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
We gotta die but okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

Praises due to Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself birth, we royal

Who's king we fightin' over a crown, while
Watch the and dreams of kids and young teens drown
infants bein' born with AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The thickens, somebody show us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, streets up
The thrill is gone and it's a walk home
So we might as well runnin', if it's there gotta take it
Jada said, "We gon' make it"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our together
Shit rough, grind together
a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I won't Aaliyah's concert in Heaven

Live life while we to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the mayne
Where street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors

And nobody they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so wanna take me down
In my own front yard like Marvin

do it by myself, people need help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy the end of my days
And I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people drive my through the Compton parade

I'm in the city it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and pills for power
Count paper for polly'n, for hours

Take sacks cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in 'cause real G's is boxin'
no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

'Cause we don't wear capes in this of the land
'Cause every from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and since eighty-nine
Teaching from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

When I, pass the word through these on beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' the whole track speak
To the streets, when I these beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole speak
To the

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Make the speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"