Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

Teenage mothers, fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or live with
Life with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
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
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 unto Muhammad
of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we

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

Tears crackin' the pavement, streets up
The thrill is gone and it's a long home
So we might as well start runnin', if it's there take it
'Member 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 miss concert in Heaven

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

And nobody know they neighbor's name 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 me down
In my own front like Marvin Gaye

Can't do it by myself, need help
Keep on tryin' to live 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, 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 to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies semis and swallow pills for power
Count for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 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 phone

'Cause we wear capes in this part of the land
every youngster from 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, 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 these
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' 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"