Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost the young 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, I'ma you there with me
you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is talkin' to us, Big Pun is
While they souls glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every anthem

Where everybody goes to church and prayers are never
And they throwin' us curve but we Hank Aarons
A picture with no canvas, streets are so
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,
cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's to cry
Mothers tryin' 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 Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself birth, we royal

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

Tears 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 there take it
'Member Jada said, "We gon' it"

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

Live life we listen to my old heads
So I glow the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me the hood 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 but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna me down
In my own front yard like Gaye

Can't do it by myself, people 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 coffin the Compton parade

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

Take sacks from cowards when the streets is
Tuck in trunks '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 in the phone booth

'Cause we wear capes 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 since eighty-nine
Teaching from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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