Luyện nghe bài hát Truth (Why You Mad)

You gon' get a lotta' people mad you speakin' truth
You gon' get a lotta' mad you speakin' lotta' truth
You gon' get a lotta' mad you speakin' lotta' truth
You get a lotta' people mad you speakin' lotta' truth
Oh you mad I'm stylin' on you

I gave you the truth huh huh
And you do with it
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy huh (uh, uh)
You losing it
I coulda' did it for the (uh, uh)
Nah I wasn't with it
Truthfully I never thought I'd rap like Sense
But I woke up my been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different you envisioned
the new religion
There's Christians and fewer
reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe and niggas who
risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish
What if I told you I knew the
wanted the future spending their youth in
Who listen
No time to listen to dudes who spittin' while music's
Just booze and your jewels are drippin
But you was trippin' your
jewels have nothing to do wisdom
You ludicrous nigga
You's a (Amen)
We lost souls put that on the
Sell us Jordan's
We'll be ignoring on what's important
though there's been a war on the poor
Before they was recording Jordan scoring
Me and your was more than vital
They say my people are like Beans

Because nobody like the ones
Unless it's our culture then they like

I tell the I get attacked huh

You gon' get a lotta' people mad you speakin' truth
You gon' get a lotta' people mad you speakin' truth
You get a lotta' people mad you speakin' lotta' truth

You gon' get a lotta' mad you speakin' lotta' truth
Oh you mad I'm stylin' on you

the truth nigga who the best in this industry
If it ain't Crooked Kendrick and Cole bitch it's me
You only acting tough 'cause you sniffing coke and sippin'
I triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas
While I'm here I'm fucking all little bitches
All I to that little thot was hello back
Marshall me the best out I called him the kettle black
I'm like Nas I'm the check
My cars is in an underground garage like Das FX
I'm about the deposits I'm in debt 'cept I'm not in debt
I move in silence and I move
inside it unless I'm protected like
I'm a
Thought you got me my was wet
God just
I'm the yet
I'm as Ness
Your brides is bare but your skies in
I my deposit slip on the Gaza
strip I was checking my connect
Yes
I
I rap for checks
I rap to rappers and for my respect
I let this nine go pyrotech'
Lies catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess shit don't go right then I go
We not friends, do not like Tourette's
I'm on yo'
Like
I'ma show up where you did show last
gon' be yo' ass
I don't get you there I to yo' ave
I don't get you I come to yo' lab
Show up like I'm drunk with the MO-AB
I'm a seasoned Slaughter House ya'll the beginners bro
If I'm starving you know I your dinner bowl
I'm a part of an augmented envision in God's
Part of a team brings all the women
When I'm wherever they got to check the weather
When I'm summer brings autumn winters
I'm too up to understand what means
Anytime I'm coming humbling to all contenders
Male or female we can bet budget
I got asked in a interview did I think I would
be if I wasn't in bitch being the best who does it
That's I be somewhere else being the best who does it