Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, T beats
We feedin' the underground this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my JT Fig', y'all know where 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
hell came back and here 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', nuttin' before and
12 years old, a soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots tried and almost took the kid's live
Can't do it, I been it the young kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long
with me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun in one rhyme, no more stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' forever

Get it 'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin'
Eazy is to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they still glistenin' in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn
The cry, every hood's anthem

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

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost sometimes
We die but it's okay to cry
Mothers strugglin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

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

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

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

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

life 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 through the mayne
Where street lights flicker and Taylors hang

And nobody know neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna me down
In my own front like Marvin Gaye

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

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

Take sacks from cowards when the is watchin'
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 stand in the phone

'Cause we don't wear capes in this 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
Teaching came the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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

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