Luyện nghe bài hát Let There Be Light

Yeah, check, testing
It's clear out Yeah
It's like I'm hang gliding over the
worry, no, no, oh, no

Check, let be light
No gang in New York tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, than life
Turn up the kid mic 'cuz ya'll listening right

What's all this that Nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a still
This is all overseen by my man

As I walk through the valley, of death
I know I ain't got much time left
And they don't really wanna see the in me
Ain't satisfied until see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins
And I, I thank the hood for all the they gave
And I forgive 'em all, did they best to hate
Oh, let there be

This ain't the glorified, just painting the street
no God in sir Bibles, just blunt and switches
Gillette's cut pain in kitchen, now every wanna claim
He hang Kenneth "Supreme" Griffith

It's the same difference 'cept when **** get arraigned
They don't want the same sentence, **** get to
If I could the monsters and turn forward the razas
And bring back the who was livest

Old hustlers, reminiscing on days
They home, doing nothing, might as well be in a
Hating on brothers, one foot in the grave
used to love us till we found our own way thru the maze

New York, set and flaggin'
Got the Coast laughing, now Esco's asking
What happened? My homegirl from Manhattan
She the quarters that's Latin, a lotta rat-a-tat-tatting

As I walk through the valley, shadow of
I know that I got much time left
And they really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins
And I, I the hood for all the love they gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did best to hate
Oh, let there be

The son of the audio cassette era, wearer
and begets, Binzbo's speaker terror
Till man I get mine till I'm dead, so I can sumpthin' red
Like that horse on it's hind legs

Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds, I bread like Wonder
Not manned-a-wanno like the of Lionel
Nas is the American Idol
No matter you do you're never getting my title

I sound smart' cuz ya'll'll run away
They say I ain't hungry no more and I talk about 'ye
Like no other way for a ex-hustler
Cake ya, the X-ray to touch ya, I beg to differ

When you're four years into the game, we can have a
years in the game, I invite you on vacation
Ten years in the game, after I've my fame
Only I let ya pick my brain

And I, about now
And I, they really know
And I, they really see, I don't even deal with all that garbage
No, no, no, we getting right, ya know?

And I, though I walk the valley
is Tre Williams ladies and gentlemen
And I, they should no
And I, no, no, focus on good things man, times, alright

As I walk through the shadow of death
I know I ain't got much time left
And don't really wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied until they see the in me

And I, I know my business, so my great
And I, I thank the hood for all the love they
And I 'em all, they did they best to hate
Oh, let be light

As I walk through the valley of death
I know that I got much time left
And they don't wanna see the good in me
Ain't satisfied they see the fool in me

And I, I know my business, so my sins
And I, I thank the hood for all the love gave
And I forgive 'em all, they did they to hate
Oh, let there be

Oh, let it be, let it be, yeah,
Let it be, let it be