Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm tired of 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 Sound
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker I

Aiyyo niggaz
In the game sound the same
Yo, these
In the game sound the same

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

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