Luyện nghe bài hát You Can't Hold the Torch

Yeah, funny how the game change, right? He, he
feel all different
Y'all niggaz complainin' and right
About how the game all fucked up

Niggaz been talkin' like that
we been sittin' out the game
I think the need us Kamaal
talk to them niggaz, uh

So many nights spent ponderin'
Wonderin' how we gon' come
My golden is not to focus on the fame game
In retrospect, the game ain't the Mayne

heart and soul is divided
They ram shack the music, no up inside it
Now look at this, it's all out and nasty
But money pass me

I doubt that and from the bottom now
Pumpin' hard, wind sleet rain or snow
So you got to get your right
No matter what, you got to treat your weight

On the block if you focused on then
Nine out of ten times you be bleedin' the is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a vet
Don't to disrespect, 'cause

I write rhymes, I write
(It's clear)
Bust, what happened to the
(Love)
For the game for the
(Love, I need in my life)

Aiyyo niggaz
In the game don't the same
Bust, these
In the don't sound the same

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These niggaz can't the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo, I ain't they names up
These niggaz trash, straight foulin' the game up
Need to change up sound so
(Change up)
When I see 'em feel breakin' they frame up

DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else
Muh'fuckers better step up bars
Instead of frontin' in the like niggaz really are stars
we ain't seein' through the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
I niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style the weather
Givin' you niggaz new shit to make the game feel

I'm sayin', I cook in the and we make the thoughts connect
You forced to humble yourself, me my big respect
You the game when your shit sound off you know
A legend in this that's why I move like a boss you know

You be tight
you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all know what's up
I come correct with money long I

I write rhymes, I write
(It's clear)
Tip, aiyyo happened to the
(Love)
For the game for the
(Love, I realness in my life)

Aiyyo niggaz
In the don't sound the same
Yo, niggaz
In the don't sound the same

Aiyyo what
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These niggaz can't the torch, so why pass it)

Oh my God, they a come ridin'
(Uh)
old dream and they can't get down
(Uh, uh)

They lookin' around of themselves
(Uh)
And they sayin' that ain't really themselves
(Uh)

And they keep regurgitatin' the same script
(Ha)
Same hoes, same blow, glock clip
(Ha)

Same drug strip, the fuck is this?
(Uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body,

You sound stagnant, need to and grow
(Uh, uh)
your punchlines, progress the flow
(Uh, uh)

Get your concepts and together, aiyyo
(Uh, uh)
Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, you
(Uh)

I'm of niggaz complainin' how the game changed
You should step up your game 'cause you sound strange
That's why you sellin' no records, check the Sound Scain
In this rap shit I command respect 'cause I

Aiyyo niggaz
In the game don't the same
Yo, niggaz
In the game don't sound the

Aiyyo happened?
(They ain't got in 'em to a classic)
Aiyyo what
(These niggaz hold the torch, so why pass it)

Aiyyo these
In the game don't the same
Bust, niggaz
In the game don't sound the
Aiyyo what
(They got in 'em to make a classic)
Aiyyo happened?
(These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why it)