Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's that Bay Area game, Sean T
We feedin' the underground with 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 shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Praises due to Muhammad, peace be unto Farad Muhammad
of Minister Farrakhan
Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your
Stop fightin amongst from birth, we royal

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

Tears the pavement, streets breakin' up
The thrill is gone and it's a long walk
So we might as well start runnin', if it's gotta take it
Jada said, "We gon' make it"

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

life 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 mayne
Where street lights flicker and Taylors hang

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

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

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

Take sacks from when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in 'cause real G's is boxin'
no other options if you stand on your own two
And if you came to battle, you can stand in the booth

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

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

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