Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

Got the ghetto on my homey, it's gon' be a long 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' live

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is
While they souls glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are answered
And they throwin' us curve balls but we Aarons
A picture no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns jump rope, play ball with fiends and handlers

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

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

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

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

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

And it take 9/11 to bring our minds together
Shit rough, grind together
a candle we can shine forever or I can pass
So I miss Aaliyah's concert in Heaven

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

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

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

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

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause 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 part of the land
'Cause youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from

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

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