Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

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

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

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

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

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

On the block if you focused on greed
Nine out of ten you be bleedin' the analogy is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a vet
Don't to disrespect, 'cause

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

Aiyyo these
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 hold the torch, so why it)

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

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

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

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

You better be
you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz what's up
I come correct with money long I

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

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

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

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

They around outside of themselves
(Uh)
And they things that ain't really themselves
(Uh)

And keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same script
(Ha)
Same hoes, same blow, same glock
(Ha)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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