Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

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, still put in the bag
And still got dope, the mattress

It was hustle before rappin', before that and
12 old, a lost 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 be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma you there with me
Show you how the sun in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
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 to Brooklyn
The cry, every 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 with fiends and dope

mothers, deadbeat fathers, no families
Lost and runaway or live with grandparents
Life stories with no authors, see it through,
cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost sometimes
We gotta die but okay to cry
Mothers tryin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, won't let you go for nuttin', I

due to Elijah Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, your soil
Stop amongst ourself from birth, we royal

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

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

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

Live life while we listen to my old
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye'
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the mayne
Where street lights flicker and 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 got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
In my own front yard Marvin Gaye

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

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

Take sacks from cowards 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 in this part of the land
'Cause every from my block has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since
Teaching from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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

Y'knahmtalkinbout
the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"