Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

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

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

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

heart and soul is divided
They ram shack the music, no 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 sleet hail rain or
So you got to get gate right
No matter what, you got to treat weight 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 mean to disrespect,

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

Aiyyo these
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' they up
These niggaz trash, straight foulin' the game up
to change up sound so trash
(Change up)
When I see 'em feel like they frame up

registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers step up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the game like niggaz are stars
we ain't seein' 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
to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin' you new shit to make the game feel better

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And they fuckin' regurgitatin' 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 body, shit

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

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

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

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

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