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 it come from
Never forget it, Bay Area 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 classic
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 young 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, take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no 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 still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every 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

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and often runaway or with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
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 strugglin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

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

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

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

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

Live life while we to my old heads
So I glow like the of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me the hood mayne
Where street flicker 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

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

sacks from cowards when 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

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

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