Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

Yeah, funny how the game change, right? He, he
feel all different
Y'all niggaz complainin' and right
how the game feel all fucked up

Niggaz only been like that
Since we been sittin' out the
I think the need us Kamaal
talk to them niggaz, uh

So many nights spent ponderin'
how we gon' come again
My golden rule is not to on the fame game
In retrospect, the game the same Mayne

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, I ain't bringin' names up
niggaz sound trash, straight foulin' the game up
Need to up sound so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em like breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else
Muh'fuckers step up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the game like really are stars
Like we ain't seein' the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm like a to the game when your shit sound dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the
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 when your shit sound off you know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a you know

You better be
'Cause you can get fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz know up
I come with money long 'cause I

I write rhymes, I write
(It's clear)
Tip, what happened to the
(Love)
For the game for the
(Love, I need in my life)

these niggaz
In the don't sound the same
Yo, 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 hold the torch, so why it)

Oh my God, a come ridin' around
(Uh)
Some old dream and they can't get
(Uh, uh)

They lookin' outside of themselves
(Uh)
And they sayin' things that ain't themselves
(Uh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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