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

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

It was hustle rappin', nuttin' before that and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and took the young kid's live
do it, I been through it the young kid survived

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it shouldn't take to bring our minds together
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 we listen to my old heads
So I like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the mayne
Where street lights and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less sell 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 Marvin Gaye

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

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

Take sacks from cowards the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in '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 stand in the booth

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

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

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