Luyện nghe bài hát Shallow Days

Time and time, a asks why
The rhyme is not laced a gangsta touch
I said "Simply because I live that way
Still kickin' them rugged and rough"
"But won't sell,
cause you gotta it real
so that we can
where you're from
these streets is ill so if you ain't
killing niggas in
your sound's just bubble gum"
I "I won't contribute to genocide;
I'd try to cultivate an inner side
and try to evolve the frustrated ghetto
The devil and his army been a friend of mine"
"But niggas don't hear that shit" said the brother
Who was obviously misled and yelled out
"murder murder, kill, murder" instilled in the influential
Of our heads

Shallow days, you never
Let a brother be a
Fully to the outer
Caught up, and all them hollow
Can't escape cause everywhere that I
People frontin, and it just ain't

I said "Don't you know the powers be
are using as pawns, devouring we
they see us all gone and outta the scene"
And as I the chronic, he said "look at where I be,
I to get a job for real,
But all my homies hit licks, and rob and
and keep fat pockets in a rut to catch ground
this way's in, who could you trust?"
I said "I'm all protecting mine,
but neglecting minds be getting behind.
Why don't you your environment?"
He "This is all I know,
my fam's all that I got, I can't go"
I "You gotta make it for the fam"
"Damn," he "I didn't make the ghetto,
The made the man"
I "You're more than just that,"
Shook his hand, said "Damn, you gotta a way
To break the master plan, peace"

The word is just an expression
Used to say bye when it's to jet
And them red black and green
Was all part of the trend, I guess
ever see them around brothers' necks no more
Instead of gold, gats
Inspiring gangstas and
Who at the age of four
Be seeing more drama than war
Instead of learning God's
And hip-hop is a voice who we at
To express how we be feeling about this and
But music does reflect
And kids look up to what portraying
And what you act like
It's for a new day
An era in rap, styles,
Makin' aware of the happenings
But their ears seem more steered
Self-annihilation so many laugh
And write this off, I'm out here just
Blowing wind, label us soft or unreal,
Something they can't feel, while they yellin
Murder murder murder, kill kill