Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

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

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

Where everybody goes to church and are never answered
And they us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A with no canvas, streets 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 me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's to cry
Mothers strugglin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

Praises due to Elijah Muhammad, be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we

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

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

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

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

And nobody know 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 they wanna take me
In my own front yard like Gaye

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

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

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is
Tuck guns in 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the booth

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

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

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