Luyện nghe bài hát Let There Be Light

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

Check, let there be
No gang in New York tonight
Just murals of Smalls, bigger than life
Turn up the kid mic ya'll ain't listening right

What's all this talk that Nas got
I'd rather my body in white chalk
nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
This is all by my man Will

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

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

ain't the glorified, just painting the street picture
There's no God in sir Bibles, just blunt and
Gillette's cut pain in kitchen, now every rapper claim
He hang with Kenneth "Supreme"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you're four years into the game, we can a conversation
Eight years in the game, I you on vacation
Ten in the game, after I've enjoyed my fame
Only then I let ya pick my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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