Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up from coma
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 before rappin', nuttin' before and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the young kid's
Can't do it, I through it the young kid survived

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

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 cry, every hood's anthem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live life we listen to my old heads
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 Chuck Taylors

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 wanna take me down
In my own front yard like Gaye

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

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

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

'Cause we wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster my block has been a part of the plan
I've trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching from the Nation, my spirit 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 these beats
It's fo' sho' the Lord 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"