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, that shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad
of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst from birth, we royal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take sacks cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause G's is boxin'
Ain't no other 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 part of the land
'Cause every youngster my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my is from divine

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

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