Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay game, Sean T beats
We the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my JT Fig', y'all know where it come from
forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit shit

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

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

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

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

Where everybody 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 with fiends and handlers

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
Robinson's cubicles, when time is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost sometimes
We gotta die but okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, reach out grab my
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Farrakhan
true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin ourself from birth, we royal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause we don't wear capes in this of the land
'Cause every youngster from my has been a part of the plan
I've trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
came 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 pass beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the track speak
To the

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