Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid at it, woke up from that coma
Seen hell came back and comes my first classic
Still chop it up at the table, 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 tried and almost took the kid's live
Can't do it, I through it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long
Bear with me, take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more 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 still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every anthem

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

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and often runaway or 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 okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' tryin' to survive, out grab my hand
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

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

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

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

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

Live while we listen 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 lights flicker and Chuck Taylors

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 they wanna take me
In my own front like Marvin 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, from Heaven
Watch my drive my coffin through the Compton parade

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

Take sacks from cowards the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 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 in this part of the land
every youngster from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous eighty-nine
came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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