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 tycoon
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come
Never forget it, that Bay Area mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, that shit

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

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before and
12 old, a lost 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 there me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

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

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

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

with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's 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 Farad
Words of Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y'knahmtalkinbout
Make the speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"