Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

Yeah, it's funny how the change, right? He, he
Shit all different
Y'all niggaz complainin' left and
About how the game all fucked up

Niggaz only been talkin' that
Since we sittin' out the game
I the game need us Kamaal
Let's talk to niggaz, uh

So many nights were spent
Wonderin' how we gon' again
My golden is not to focus on the fame game
In retrospect, the game ain't the Mayne

They heart and is divided
They ram shack the music, no control up it
Now look at this, all stretched out and nasty
But lettin' money me

I doubt that and from the bottom now
Pumpin' hard, wind sleet rain or snow
So you got to get gate right
No matter what, you got to your weight right

On the block if you on greed then
Nine out of ten times you be bleedin' the analogy is
To all of my peers, I'm a vet
mean to disrespect, 'cause

I rhymes, I write checks
(It's clear)
Bust, aiyyo what to the
(Love)
For the for the music
(Love, I need in my life)

Aiyyo niggaz
In the don't sound the same
Bust, these
In the don't sound the same

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
what happened?
(These niggaz can't the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo, I bringin' they names up
These niggaz sound trash, straight the game up
Need to up sound so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em feel breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else
Muh'fuckers step up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the game niggaz really are stars
Like we seein' through the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound
I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I it
to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the game feel

I'm sayin', I cook in the kitchen and we make the connect
You forced to humble yourself, give me my big
You hurtin' the game when your sound off you know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a you know

You be tight
'Cause you can get tossed fo'
Y'all know what's up
I come correct with money long I

I write rhymes, I checks
(It's clear)
Tip, aiyyo what to the
(Love)
For the for the music
(Love, I realness in my life)

Aiyyo these
In the game don't the same
Yo, niggaz
In the game don't the same

Aiyyo what
(They got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These niggaz hold the torch, so why pass it)

Oh my God, a come ridin' around
(Uh)
Some old dream and they get down
(Uh, uh)

They lookin' around of themselves
(Uh)
And they sayin' things ain't really themselves
(Uh)

And they keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same
(Ha)
Same hoes, same blow, same clip
(Ha)

Same strip, what the fuck is this?
(Uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on body, shit

You sound stagnant, need to and grow
(Uh, uh)
Upgrade your punchlines, the flow
(Uh, uh)

Get concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo
(Uh, uh)
Then drop the shit to step up the pressure, you know?
(Uh)

I'm tired of niggaz complainin' how the changed
You niggaz should step up your game you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin' no records, the Sound Scain
In this rap shit I respect muh'fucker 'cause I

Aiyyo these
In the don't sound the same
Yo, these
In the game don't the same

Aiyyo what
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo what
(These niggaz hold the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo these
In the don't sound the same
Bust, niggaz
In the game don't sound the
what happened?
(They got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo what
(These niggaz hold the torch, so why pass it)