Luyện nghe bài hát Truth Rap

Yeah, big spit, it's Bay Area game, Sean T beats
We feedin' the underground with this Yay Area shit
For my nigga JT Fig', y'all where it come from
forget it, that Bay Area shit mayne
Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, Game, spit shit

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

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

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

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

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

Teenage mothers, deadbeat fathers, no
Lost and often or live with grandparents
Life with no authors, see it through, [Incomprehensible]
cubicles, when time life is so beautiful

Walk with me, we can make it if we try, lost soldiers
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 Elijah Muhammad, peace be Farad Muhammad
Words of Minister
Been true, be loyal, your roots, water your soil
Stop fightin amongst ourself birth, we royal

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

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

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

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

And know they neighbor's name 'less they sell weed or cocaine
A lot of clouds on a block but no rain
And Game got a lot to say, so they wanna me down
In my own yard like Marvin Gaye

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

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

sacks from cowards when the streets is watchin'
Tuck guns in 'cause real G's is boxin'
Ain't no options if you stand on your 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 block has been a part of the
I've been trainin' since eighty-seven and since eighty-nine
Teaching came the Nation, my spirit is from divine

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

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