Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

It was hustle before rappin', before that and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a ride
Bear me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy
Streets is mine, we gon' 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 to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every anthem

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

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
We gotta die but it's 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, your soil
Stop fightin ourself from birth, we royal

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

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

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

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

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less sell weed or cocaine
A lot of clouds on a block but no rain
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 to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my daughter astray, lookin' from
Watch my people drive my through the Compton parade

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

Take sacks cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause real G's is
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 don't capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' eighty-seven and famous since eighty-nine
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is from

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

people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"