Luyện nghe bài hát The Hidden Hand

Yeah, to educate the youth
(Speak on it God)
'Cause if we won't, who will?
(True)
Terror style, yo
(Speak on it God)

Yo, I was a wild adolescent, blessed the foul essence
around with the wrong crowd, I learned my lesson
Stressin' all the things I have not
I pray to God I get my uncle out the spot

I hear mad shots, come and play Mat lock
But crack the case cause the defendant's a bad cop
You feel me fam? The got a plan
That's why Farrakhan a Million Man up in Washington

The Hidden Hand planned this man
me goin' hand to hand, killin' my own clan
But now I understand and see the big
Fuck cryin' about the struggle, I teach you how to get

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin', capsules
tattoos, boppin' with ankles locked in shackles
Got the cops joggin' at you, rounds of clips, they down wit it
New make you feel as if the Bill of Rights is counterfeit

Now it's been written that all men are but then it's legal
When they beat us and treat us as if different people
We go for delf, the cop's health
I'd rather drop and let off shots until my Glock melts
'Cause God dealt us a hand, they made us sell this land

So the palest man could build a plan
You know we can't trust the government, cause Sam is smugglin'
Drugs for us to hustle all the for him
Even McGruff is in it, a percentage
Takin' advantage, punishin' just and Hispanics

My heart is as ice, so I know I'm sheist, Big Pun was the kid
that no one liked, my whole life, is one big of the dice
a price twice as expensive as white kids
Destined for Riker's not knowin' my existence was

like this, my soul was lifeless, I earned stripes
Fightin' the in the crisis I slice 'em in half and make 'em dash
Like hyphens, invitin' any rapper to clash with the
The writing's like fighting 'cause rappers be like Tyson
I'm hypein' the crowd, 'em loud like my label

I'm proud I'm able to lift the bowels of the ghetto
I found me a little sanity inside a career and a
No more wars and renderin' tears to
So keep the salary and tear the mic 'cause I it
There's my life, you it, fuck it Seis, I don't want it

I'm a Dominican, stranded in New York Filligan
Don't wanna get up in the pen again
But they come, the faggots and cuffs, searchin' for guns
they ride on the side of the curb to see who runs

They authorize the beast to walk the streets holdin'
Four deep, we puff production, my cheek, you know my
Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to laws
Behind the badge you try to up your racial war
I got somethin' for you boys in

The system poisoned you, your cover, now what you supposed to do?
I never let the pull the trig first
It won't be no flag over my hearse
What's worse, you know disperse for bucks
So caution in the streets cause our protection sucks

This dude, he had the darkest pads, who up in the heart of brash
Forever trash, how he stacked niggaz to almanac
Gunshots to four police informants
like he modeled the latest fashions, sidewalk sideshow performance

He raised the pull of grace, a razor blew his
Force calm the sere plus a pack of the dunga dun laced with
Life ain't to be gambled son, you get trampled
By people that act more like animals than mammals off enamel

what his poppa said whose locked for droppin' Akmed
In the store robbery probably to get his veins fed
He ain't listen, he a brain dead cocaine head
Older knew, they killed him eatin' bagualitos
But hey, little kids, don't follow dopes

What? Uh-huh, yeah, I can dig
They call me Prospect, I came back from?
Had this track on pause, now I'm on course
It's lost on the Ave, to take my life from the past

Get this cash, without dad
Kinda sad how he got dragged down to
Only if he had one love, for liberty
This world would be a better place, get what it

In a race to racism replace the in em
Bad ones, want to spend and discriminate
I'm tryin' to keep positive vibe, and from that
I generate to the top, like Puffy won't

I'm now, with one knot, from tryin' to get locked
And to the shorties on the block, tryin' to twist 40
Get your act together, do some carpentry a Black n Decker
And stop like a Kawasaki
my life, to your life, I'm touchin' everybody Twinz watch me

Everything we speak is the
From Prospect to Munroe, in a hot second
The whole world run know, everything we speak is the
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