Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

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

Hey yo, the kid still at it, up from 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 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 homey, it's gon' be a long ride
Bear with me, I'ma you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no stormy weather
Streets is mine, we gon' live

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

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

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

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
We die but it's okay to cry
strugglin' 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 Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your
Stop amongst ourself from birth, we royal

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

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

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

Live life while we 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 flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

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

Can't do it by myself, need help
Keep on tryin' to live 'til 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 it's strange where killers follow direction
And trail protection to get a shot at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for
Count for polly'n, penny-pinch for hours

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

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

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

people?
Make the speak, "Truth Rap," get it right
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"