Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

Yeah, funny how the game change, right? He, he
Shit all different
niggaz complainin' left and right
About how the game feel all up

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

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

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

I doubt that and niggaz from the 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 bleedin' the is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a vet
Don't to disrespect, 'cause

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

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

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

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

DuPont registry, 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better up your bars
Instead of frontin' in the like niggaz really are stars
Like we ain't seein' through the bullshit, we who you are

I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I it
Here to rep the fully, change my style like the weather
Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the 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 hurtin' the game when your shit 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 niggaz know up
I correct with money long 'cause I

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

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

Aiyyo happened?
(They got in 'em to make 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 get down
(Uh, uh)

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

And they keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same
(Ha)
Same hoes, same blow, same clip
(Ha)

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

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

Get your and lyrics together, aiyyo
(Uh, uh)
Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, you
(Uh)

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

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

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

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