Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

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

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

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

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

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

On the if you focused on greed 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 checks
(It's clear)
Bust, aiyyo what to the
(Love)
For the game for the
(Love, I realness in my life)

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

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo 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 like breakin' they frame up

registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the game like 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 niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, my style 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 yourself, give me my big respect
You hurtin' the game your shit sound off you know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a you know

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

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

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

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

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

They lookin' around outside of
(Uh)
And they sayin' things 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 body, shit

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

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

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

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

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