Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walk me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
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 Elijah Muhammad, peace be Farad Muhammad
Words of Farrakhan
true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst from birth, we royal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'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 been trainin' since eighty-seven and since eighty-nine
Teaching came the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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

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