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
About how the feel all fucked up

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

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

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

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

On the block if you on greed then
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 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 these
In the game don't the same
Bust, niggaz
In the don't sound the same

Aiyyo what
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo what
(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
to change up sound so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em feel breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout else cars
Muh'fuckers step up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the like niggaz really are stars
we ain't seein' through 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 be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the
Givin' you niggaz new to make the game feel better

I'm sayin', I in the kitchen and we make 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 shit that's why I move like a boss you know

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

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

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

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

Oh my God, a come ridin' around
(Uh)
old dream and they can't 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 glock
(Ha)

Same drug strip, what the fuck is
(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 concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo
(Uh, uh)
Then the bomb shit to step up the pressure, you know?
(Uh)

I'm tired of niggaz complainin' how the changed
You niggaz should up your game 'cause you sound strange
That's why you sellin' no records, check the Sound Scain
In this rap shit I command muh'fucker 'cause I

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

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

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