Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

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

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

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

They heart and soul is
They ram the music, no control up inside it
Now look at this, all stretched out and nasty
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 weight right

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

I rhymes, I write checks
(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
Need to change up so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em like breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better step up bars
Instead of frontin' in the game like niggaz really are
Like we ain't through the bullshit, we know who you are

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

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

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

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

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

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

lookin' around 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 glock
(Ha)

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

You sound stagnant, need to progress and
(Uh, uh)
your punchlines, progress 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 up your game 'cause you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin' no records, the Sound Scain
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker I

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

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

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