Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
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 your roots, water your
Stop amongst ourself from birth, we royal

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

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

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to 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 in Heaven

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 or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a block but no
And Game got a lot to say, so they take me down
In my own front yard like Gaye

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

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

Take sacks from cowards when the is watchin'
guns in trunks 'cause 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 booth

'Cause we don't wear capes in part of the land
'Cause youngster 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 divine

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