Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, that Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We the underground with this Yay Area tycoon shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all know where it from
Never forget it, that Bay Area mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit that

Hey yo, the kid still at it, up from that coma
hell came back and here comes my first classic
Still it up at the table, still put dope in the bag
And still got dope, under the

It was hustle before rappin', nuttin' before and
12 old, a lost soul, bumpin', "Illmatic"
Gunshots and almost took the young kid's live
Can't do it, I been through it the kid survived

Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long
with me, I'ma take you there with me
Show you how the sun shine in one rhyme, no more weather
Streets is mine, we live forever

Get it together is watchin', Big is listenin'
is talkin' to us, Big Pun is witnessin'
While they souls still glistenin' in ghettos from to Brooklyn
The shells cry, every anthem

Where goes to church and prayers are never answered
And throwin' us curve balls but we Hank Aarons
A with no canvas, streets are so skanless
Young'uns rope, play ball with fiends and dope handlers

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and often runaway or live with
Life stories no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
Robinson's cubicles, time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes
We gotta die but it's to cry
Mothers strugglin' to survive, reach out grab my hand
I gotcha, let you go for nuttin', I promise

Praises due to Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth, we

Who's king we fightin' a crown, while lifeguards
Watch the hopes and dreams of kids and teens drown
More infants born with AIDS, more parents mournin' graves
The plot thickens, somebody us the way

Tears crackin' the pavement, streets up
The thrill is gone and it's a walk home
So we might as well start runnin', if it's there gotta it
'Member said, "We gon' make it"

And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds
rough, we'll grind together
Light a candle we can forever or I can pass
So I won't miss Aaliyah's in Heaven

Live while we listen to my old heads
So I glow like the memory of Lisa 'Left Eye'
Through a six-seven Brougham, ride with me through the hood
Where street flicker and Chuck Taylors hang

And nobody know they neighbor's name 'less sell weed or cocaine
A lot of black clouds on a but no rain
And got a lot to say, so they wanna take me down
In my own front yard like Marvin

Can't do it by myself, need help
Keep on to live healthy 'til the end of my days
And when I die won't lead my astray, lookin' from Heaven
Watch my people my coffin through the Compton parade

I'm in the city where strange where killers follow direction
And trail witness protection to get a at they brain
Where the babies carry semis and swallow for power
Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for

Take sacks from cowards when the is watchin'
Tuck guns in trunks 'cause G's is boxin'
Ain't no other options if you stand on own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the booth

we don't wear capes in this part of the land
'Cause every youngster from my has been a part of the plan
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and since eighty-nine
came from the Nation, my spirit is from divine

When I, pass the word through raps on beats
fo' sho' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the streets, when I pass these
It's fo' that the Lord gon' make the whole track speak
To the

people?
Make the track speak, "Truth Rap," get it
"Truth Rap", mayne, for the
Get it right, "Truth Rap"