Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid still at it, woke up that coma
hell came back 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 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the young kid

Got the ghetto on my homey, it's gon' be a long ride
with 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' live

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

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

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's to cry
Mothers strugglin' 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, your roots, water your soil
Stop amongst ourself from birth, we royal

Who's king we fightin' a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants bein' born with AIDS, more mournin' graves
The plot thickens, show us the way

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

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

Live life while we listen to my old
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 know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed 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 like 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 my daughter astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my drive my coffin through the Compton parade

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

Take from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck in trunks 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you on your own two
And if you to battle, you can stand in the phone booth

'Cause we don't wear capes in part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has 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, pass the word through raps on beats
It's fo' sho' that the Lord gon' the whole track speak
To the streets, I pass these beats
fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make 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"