Luyện nghe bài hát The Saga

Yo mega man, what's the son?
Yo son, up?
Yo man, I'm just sittin' zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is
Yo, life's general for us, you
How we livin' out here, you
Things we going through man, why we gotta go through life?
You know, life is an to death, son
You thought about that?

The saga begins, I'm a reflection of the drama
The ghetto I in, niggas moms on crack, pops just disappeared
The first time you get locked up, who really
I see a little snotty nosed his sneakers on backwards
Sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a
At times I wonder, are we goin' to hell?
Or does God realize we're to make it as well

My sleep is interrupted by food on the
Not gun shots, we're to those
Some of my friends bids are two to fours
Others are on the run with rewards
Mothers watch son's walk through the
For the last time till they go view at the
Life is deep, we all just to eat
Rap's a mental narcotic, I the streets

at my life, you see white coke and black roses
And shed for passed soldiers
We all the path chosen
From the cradle the casket's lowered
I still got the ski mask to throw on
But I can get off the tracks I flow on
I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
at my life

Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to
Sleepin' in a 'cause she don't got no relatives
Her friends wanna drink brew and beef who's sale it is
Now gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent
I paint a picture vividly as if picasso's spirit me
Starin' at the heavens, secluded in a tinted
I'm sick of hearin' eulogies, I realize my nigga is a reminder
Of my past greek ruins yet his seek keeps bloomin'

Uneffected by intrusions
Or street illusions we consumed with
I've even grown away from people I grew
I mean we cool, but I don't to bullshit
My mood switch easily from smooth to ruthless
We ain't built the so mind games are useless
Times change, like the I change
Check the forecast, I

Look at my life, you see white coke and black
And tears shed for passed
We all the path chosen
From the cradle till the lowered
I still got the black ski mask to on
But I can get richer off the tracks I on
I'd be lyin' if I I wasn't hustlin' no more
Look at my

Live I rep for, deceased, I pour moet for
Those incarcerated, my heart is y'all
I know at times it gets hard penetentiary bars
once free you realize you're mentally scarred
If not physically, if subjected to facilities
Prepare for your future to the of your ability
Prosper, otherwise you've conquered
Blowin' up her mobile phone so she can you a box

Son, I sit inside my
And thank God I'm with this poetical gift evident in every
Ghetto like graffiti and crack
And cabs that won't stop for black
Undercovers younger brothers bad stares
Fours clap, dogs crap in the grass
You love to hear the son, the saga began here
are fictitious yet there's actual facts here
Like the Bible said 'Jesus had hair'

Look at my life, you see white coke and black
And tears for passed soldiers
We all walkin' the chosen
From the cradle till the casket's
I still got the ski mask to throw on
But I can get richer off the I flow on
I'd be if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more
at my life