Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it come
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 it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, under the

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

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' live

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

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

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

with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but okay to cry
strugglin' 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
of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water soil
Stop fightin ourself from birth, we royal

king we fightin' over a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the and dreams of kids and young teens drown
More infants 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 it's a long home
So we might as well start runnin', if it's there take it
'Member Jada said, "We gon' it"

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

Live while we listen to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Lopez
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood
street lights flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less sell weed or cocaine
A lot of clouds on a block 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 help
Keep on tryin' to live healthy the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people my coffin through the Compton parade

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

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

'Cause we don't capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my block has been a part of the
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and famous since
Teaching came from the Nation, my spirit is divine

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